“Well put your hands through the peek-hole and I will tie them to the post. I will come out and see and if it is real Hatondas you may come in.”
Hatondas did as bidden and some one inside tied his hands around the post. Then a decrepit old man came out with a hatchet.
“Aha! You were deceiving me just as I thought. You are not my nephew! Aha! I will kill you. So!”
“I am your nephew but my face is changed. Look and see if you don’t recognize my women.”
“No, I don’t know any of them. You must be killed now.” (Uncle sings death chant.)
“Hold on, old uncle, can’t we come to a bargain?” asked Hatondas.
“Ugh!” exclaimed the old fellow. “Bargain? Yes, guess so. Let me see. Yes, give me one of the women.”
“Truly, truly, if she will take you.”
In haste the grandfather cut the thongs that bound Hatondas and bade the entire party enter the lodge. When all were seated he said, slyly, “Well, I guess I like this one best.”
“What do you mean, uncle?”