The father and mother wished very much to see their son's companion, but the wild boy always ran into the river when he heard them coming.
"This must not go on," said the father.
That night the Lucky Hunter said to his son: "To-morrow when the wild boy comes to play, ask him to wrestle with you. When you have your arms around him, you must hold him and call us."
In this way the wild boy was caught and kept in the house until he was tamed. He was full of mischief, and he led the smaller boy into all kinds of trouble.
One day the wild boy said to his brother: "I wonder where our father gets all his game. Let's follow him and find out."
A few days afterward the Lucky Hunter took a bow and some feathers in his hand and went toward a swamp. After waiting a short time, the boys followed.
The old man cut reeds, fitted the feathers to them, and made arrows.
"What are those things for, I wonder?" said the wild boy.
When the Lucky Hunter had finished his arrows, he went on over the low hills and up the mountain.
Keeping out of sight, the boys watched him. When he was halfway to the top he stopped and lifted a large rock in the side of the mountain.