“If any one is on my house, let him go down to the western door of it.”
Sedit heard, and went back the way by which he came. He went to Pom Piweki and asked: “Do you know where the door to this sweat-house is?”
Pom Piweki made no answer. He stood up and pulled open a door; it seemed as though he had been lying across the entrance. When he opened the door, Sedit saw far into the house.
“Sedit, if you are here to go in, this is the way for you,” said Pom Piweki. “You will see an old man lying on the east side, go to him and talk; this is his sweat-house.”
Sedit went in and sat down near Kele, said nothing. Kele rose up and gave Sedit food, talked to him, told him what kind of person he, Kele, was, and about his children, and said: “Sedit, if you have come here to stay, you must do what I tell you; you must be careful. I have rough sons; if they know that you are here, they will make trouble. I will hide you. They will make a noise, but you will not suffer if you keep quiet; if you move, they will find you, and abuse you, surely.”
Kele put Sedit in a basket in the ground, hid him there, leaving a small hole to look through. “You may look out, but do not move,” said Kele.
As soon as Sedit was hidden the girls came in with roots, and sat down at their sleeping-place. Sedit was near them. He thrust out his hand and pinched the younger sister. She said nothing.
“Sister, have you seen any one?” asked she, after a time; “some one pinched me.”
“’Sh!” said the elder, “be quiet and say nothing; don’t let our father hear.”
The elder went to cook, and Kele’s twenty sons came hammering and tramping.