“Oh, no,” said one old man. “Waida Werris is bad. I don’t want to see him.” “We have heard that he is good,” said others. “We want to see him.” So they were divided.
Waida Werris smoked a while in silence. At last Waida Dikit bent toward Patkilis and Sedit and asked,—
“What do you think, shall I let people see Waida Werris or not?”
“They want to see him,” answered the two. “You have invited them and invited him. If people wish to see Waida Werris, let them see him.”
“Where shall I let them see him?”
“Let all the people go outside the sweat-house,” said Patkilis, “and stand in two long rows, one on each side of the door, and let Waida Werris go out between them. If he goes out, every one can look at him; only a few would see him inside the house.”
“Very well,” answered Waida Dikit. “Now all you people go outside the house.”
Tsaroki opened the door, and went out first. All followed, each saying as he went, “It is dark: we shall not see Waida Werris.”
“You can see him in the dark,” said Waida Dikit. “Join hands, all of you, and go around to the north side of the sweat-house.”
“Go you,” said Waida Dikit to Tsudi, “and search inside. Tell me when all the people are out.”