“Now, my son-in-law, go up; go higher. I used to go very high when I was young like you.” Tulchuherris went to where Sas had been.
“Go higher,” said Sas.
“I wanted to stay where you were,” answered Tulchuherris; “but I will go a little higher.”
Sas took hold of the tree at the top, pulled it to the earth, and let it go. It sprang back into the sky with a noise like thunder. Tulchuherris held on and slipped down unhurt.
“Well, father-in-law,” said Tulchuherris, “try again.”
“I cannot go high,” said Sas; “but I will go a little higher than I did the first time. Don’t give the tree a big pull.” He went up.
“Go higher,” said Tulchuherris.
“My son-in-law, I cannot go higher; I am old.”
Tulchuherris teased him till he went a little higher; then he gave a harder pull than before. Sas held on without trouble and slipped to the ground.
“Now,” said Sas, “I’ll give you a swing.” Tulchuherris went up.