Pawnit went in and sat down on the west side. The blind boy was lying on the east side.
“Well, blind boy,” said Pawnit, “I am cold. I have been dancing. I have come here to warm myself.”
“I should like to know why you people come here while there is dancing at the other side,” said the blind boy.
Pawnit made no answer, but went out to see what Tsaik was doing. “Where are you, Tsaik?” asked he.
“I am here making ready to carry acorns,” answered Tsaik.
Just then they saw some one near them. “Who is this?” asked Pawnit.
“I am here,” said Patkilis. “Come, Pawnit, you and I will go in and get the two bags. You, Tsaik, take the acorns.”
Tsaik put a big load on his back and started on, while the others were in the house. Patkilis took daylight, and Pawnit took darkness. As soon as they were outside the house, the blind boy stood up and screamed,—
“Who was that? Some one has stolen something!”
He felt for the bags, then ran out and screamed,—