There were crowds of people in the sweat-house. Some of them wanted the arrow. “Let’s pull it up!” said they, “and see who made it;” but Waida Dikit would not let them touch it. “Let it stay where it is. Do not touch it,” said he, for he knew that it was Patkilis’s arrow, and that it meant: “I am coming. I shall be there soon.”
While the people were talking about the arrow, two men swept in through the door. No one saw their faces or their heads, just their legs and shadows.
“Give them room, let them in,” said Waida Dikit.
“Where can they sit?” asked Tsaroki.
“Give each a place on the east side,” said Waida Dikit.
The two, Patkilis and Sedit, went to the east side and sat down. Nobody had seen Waida Werris come, but he was in the house.
When leaving home that morning, Waida Werris said to Waiti, his brother,—
“You will stay and keep house, as you do always. You will be here, but you will see me all the time, you will see me night and day. Watch me; they will do other things there besides playing on flutes.”
Patkilis and Sedit asked Waida Dikit if Waida Werris had come.
“I do not know where he is,” replied the old man. “No one has seen him.”