They insisted that he should come ashore, but this he sturdily declined to do.
"Very well," said Owasso, "I will go and get it." And he ran into the water. "Hand it to me," he said, when he had approached near enough to receive it.
"Ha!" answered the Manito, "reach over and get it yourself."
Owasso was about to grasp the ball, when the old magician suddenly seized him and pushed him into the boat.
"My grandfather," said Owasso, "pray take my little brother also. Alone I can not go with you; he will starve if I leave him."
Mishosha only laughed at him. He then uttered the charmed words, "Chemaun Poll!" and gave his canoe a slap, whereupon it glided through the water with the swiftness of an arrow without further help.
In a short time they reached the magician's lodge, which stood upon the further shore a little distance back from the lake. The two daughters of Mishosha were seated within.
"My daughter," the magician said to the eldest, as they entered the lodge, "I have brought you a husband."
The young woman smiled; for Owasso was a comely youth to look upon. The magician told him to take his seat near her, and by this act the marriage ceremony was completed. Owasso and the magician's daughter were now man and wife, and in the course of time a son was born to them.
But no sooner was Owasso in the family than the old Manito wished him out of the way, and went about in his own wicked fashion to compass it.