“There is a strange man over there; grandfather has a new son-in-law,” said Kechowala.
“Don’t believe what he says,” cried Darijua to his father; “I could not see any man.”
“Why do you want to hide him, why do you deny? You must have seen him plainly.”
“I did not see him, and you did not. I saw all who were there, but I saw no stranger.”
“I saw him sitting between the two girls,” said Kechowala.
“He is there,” said the father. “I will see that man to-morrow.”
“My son-in-law,” said Damhauja, “you must be careful to-morrow. I have a great many daughters besides your two wives; their husbands will try to kill you.” Then Damhauja said to his sons: “We will go to sleep and rise early; take good care of your brother-in-law to-morrow.”
All went to rest; Juiwaiyu and his wives as well as others.
When all were asleep, Juiwaiyu took Jupka out of his hair and rose up. “I wish for daylight quickly,” said he.
Thunder roared then, and some rain came; Juiwaiyu wished to let his mother know that he was well. He went out, took one step and went from the sweat-house to the other side of the nearest mountain, with the second step he went to the top of a mountain beyond.