“Feed him, give him plenty,” said Jamuka; “he may get health and strength yet.”
The sisters went back and stayed a second night. The man began to look better, but he cried all the time, and many deer came to drink the water that flowed from his eyes. The girls went home the second morning. “The man looks better,” said they to their father.
“I have heard,” said old Jamuka, “that Juka’s sons were killed. This must be one of them.”
They went back right away, and stayed another day and night with the stranger. The man looked as though he might get his health again. He began to talk. “Has your father a bow and arrows?” asked he of the sisters.
“He has; he has many.”
“Bring me a bow and arrows; many deer come near me to drink, I may shoot one.”
They took the man’s words to their father. Jamuka gave them a bow and some arrows, and they went back to the sick man.
“You may go home to-night,” said he. “I wish to be alone.”
The girls left him. At sundown a great buck came and drank of the tears, he killed him; later another came, he killed that one; at midnight a third came, he killed the third; now he had three. At daylight a fourth buck was killed; he had four now. “That is enough,” thought he.
When the girls came and saw four great bucks lying dead near the stranger, they were frightened; they ran home and told their father. Old Jamuka was glad when they told him. He sharpened his knife, hurried out to the woods and looked at the stranger. “That is Juka’s son,” said he; “take good care of him, daughters.”