“We did not go to that house; those two women were out on the road and they stopped us. They asked us to sit down and talk with them. We were afraid to sit, afraid to refuse. We sat down, and they killed us.”
Sukonia took his wives home. When they were in sight of the house, Chikpitpa was on the roof watching.
“Oh, those are your sisters-in-law,” said he to Tsore Jowa; and he ran out to meet them.
“Go, now, to your father,” said Sukonia, next morning. “Carry presents and venison to him, and be here at sunset.”
The two sisters rose early, took two baskets, and started. At noon they were at their father’s house. Old Jahtaneno was glad when he looked at his daughters and saw the nice presents.
“Our husband told us to go home to-day, and we cannot stay long with you.”
They took back many presents from their father, and were home at sunset. They met no trouble on the way. The Ichpul sisters were dead, and Metsi did not meet them a second time.