“Go higher,” said Sas. He went higher.
“Go higher; you are young,” urged Sas.
“I don’t like to go up,” said Tulchuherris. But he went a little higher.
Old Sas gave a good pull, stronger than before. Tulchuherris held on and came to the ground safely. Going to one side, he said: “Whu, whu! let this day be made short!” So the day was made short; evening came soon.
“Well, father-in-law, you try now.”
“Very well,” said Sas, “give me a small pull; my arms tremble; I am old. I cannot hold on, I am so weak.” Old Sas went up.
“Go higher,” said Tulchuherris.
“I cannot; I’m old.”
Tulchuherris pulled down the top of the tree, but not so far. While he was pulling, Sas said: “Oh, my son-in-law, don’t let it go hard.”
Tulchuherris gave a pull that would leave Sas on the tree, and he came down unhurt.