They waked the boy, made him ready to go. “Come,” said his mother; and she carried him to the chief’s house.
“My mother, put me down,” said Kol Tibichi, when they had come near the house.
“I do not like to put you down,” said the mother.
“Put me down, put me down a moment,” said the boy.
His mother put him down. Then he saw some one looking around Notisa’s house, pushing about, looking, watching in the dark, lurking around, holding arrows. This was a yapaitu, ready to shoot Notisa and kill him.
Kol Tibichi called his own yapaitu, who went to the one who was watching and said: “What are you doing here? What do you want at this house?”
“I am doing nothing,” answered the yapaitu.
“You are waiting to do something. You want to do harm.”
“Oh, no; I am only looking around here, just trying to find the door. I wanted to see some one.”
“You are ready to shoot a yapaitu dokos. You want to kill Notisa. You are watching around here to kill him.”