“I have travelled a very long time, and have come at last to talk with you. I have asked all who live on this earth about my brother, and no one can tell me where Keriha is.”
“We heard about your brother five years ago,” said the old men, “and we told our sons to make ropes because you had lost Keriha.”
“How much rope have you made?”
“We can tell to-morrow.”
Next morning they cleared a broad space in front of the house. While they were doing this, Norwanchakus said to the rope-makers,—
“I wish you would send for Tsiwihl, an old man near by here.”
They brought him quickly. After Tsiwihl came, Norwanchakus said,—
“I want some of you young men to try to go up and ask Sas if he knows where my brother is. I think Sas must know.”
“I will try first,” said the old man at the western side of the door; “I think that I have the longest rope.”
“I will give you something for Sas,” said Norwanchakus. “Here is an arrow-straightener, a headband of silver gray-fox skin, and a fire-drill. If you go to the top of the sky, you will see a road from east to west. Sit at the south side of it under a tobacco tree which is there. Soon Sas will come from the east, going west. He will stop at the tree. Give him the three things.”