But just then Putsha called, “Come, Yappa, you must help me with the tortillas,” and their play was broken up.
After dinner, Shecol and Yappa went down to the shearing place again to see what was going on. As they came near, Oshda said, “Do you want a lamb?”
“Yes,” shouted Shecol and Yappa in the same breath. “Where is it?”
“Out at the end of the shed. Its leg is broken, and you may have it if you will take care of it.”
But they scarcely heard the last words he said, they were running so fast for the lamb.
“Poor little lamb!” said Yappa, as they bent over it.
“We’ll bind up its leg first,” said Shecol, getting some sticks for splints. He pulled some string out of his pocket and bound the splints on as well as he could.
“Now we’ll put it into the hut we made,” said Yappa.
Shecol lifted the lamb carefully in his arms and carried it toward the hut.
“Be careful. You are hurting it,” said Yappa. She placed her hand under the lamb, and put the wounded leg, which was hanging down, up in its proper place.