Torihas went outside and called Patsotchet, saying: “Come into the sweat-house a little while. You come seldom; but come now.”
Patsotchet left his house, which was near by, and went into the sweat-house.
“What are you going to do?” asked he. “It is too late to do anything now. I have known a long time about Katkatchila. He is very strong. He will do something terrible as soon as daylight comes.”
“Patsotchet,” said Torihas, “you are a good man. I wish you would take this big flint and carry it far away off north.”
“I don’t want to take it,” said Patsotchet. “It is too heavy.”
Torihas went to Karili, who lived a little way off, and said: “Come into the sweat-house. I wish to talk with you.”
Karili went in. “Take this block,” said Torihas. “No one is willing to carry it away, but you are strong. Carry it north for me.”
Karili took up the flint, but when he had it outside the house he said: “I cannot carry this. It is too heavy. I am not able to carry it.”
Torihas called in Tichelis, and said: “My uncle, will you take this north for me?”
“Why will not others take it? Why are they unwilling to carry it?” asked Tichelis. “Well, I will take it,” said he, after thinking a little; and he made ready.