For a time the men had forgotten Lodrix, then one of them said: “Lodrix has not come back. Where can he be?”
They looked about, but could see no trace of their chief’s son.
With fear in their hearts, they separated and ran in many directions through the forest.
They shouted, “Lodrix! Lodrix!” but their calls were not answered.
They did not stop to shoot the deer, but ran on and on, so anxious were they to find the boy.
Again and again they called, but no answer came.
They could not find Lodrix, and yet they dared not go home without him.
All day the men hunted for Lodrix, shouting the boy’s name as loudly as they could.
At nightfall they stood on the shore of the lake looking toward their village and wondering how they could tell their chief that his son was lost.