Old Wakara was sitting inside. “Why are you frightened, my daughter?” asked he. “Has anything happened, has any one hurt you?”
“I saw a man over there on the mountain.”
“What kind of man was he?” asked Wakara.
“He has an otter on his back and wears buckskin; his hands are both red with deer blood.”
Titindi Maupa had a large piece of fat venison in his otter-skin quiver.
“He is a good hunter, I think,” said Wakara; and he took down an otter-skin, put it on the north side of the house, and said to his daughter, “Sit there and let this man come to you.”
It was night soon. All the people came into the house, sat down, and ate supper. Titindi Maupa stopped outside for a while, and found a place where Wakara stored acorns. “I will leave you here for this night,” said he to his sister. “To-morrow I will come to get you.”
Titindi Maupa left his sister in the acorn crib, sank in the ground then, and came up inside the sweat-house right at the side of Paiowa. Old Wakara laughed when he saw him sitting near his daughter. He was glad.
“Give the stranger food,” said he.
Paiowa brought food and gave it to the stranger.