“He has let the girls go,” thought Haka Kaina. “You whistle all night, but don’t watch,” said Haka Kaina, pushing him. He woke him.
Hohwitina looked at his right arm, no girl; looked at his left, the second was gone; felt at his back, there was no one there.
“Where are the girls?” asked Haka Kaina.
“I cannot tell,” said Hohwitina.
Haka Kaina looked around and saw tracks in the ashes.
“You said that you never sleep at night; now look at those tracks; those are somebody’s tracks, somebody came here last night. What were you doing? Were you awake? were you sleeping? Did you let the girls go because you were willing, or did somebody take them while you were sleeping?”
Hohwitina said nothing, held down his head. Haka Kaina went out, and saw tracks on the sweat-house, then he saw tracks below at some distance away from the sweat-house.
“People came from the south and took the three girls,” said he; “of course they were sent by Hwipajusi.”
Haka Kaina talked all the next night to his people, told how sorry he was that the girls had been taken, and to two men he said, “You must go and bring back the girls to us.”
The two were Bohkwi and Simu Nupchowa; they could run fast, and were very wise persons.