All the sons-in-law in the west were angry that Damhauja’s sons had so much venison.
“We will go over and see this man,” said Kechowala, the chief. “We will have some fun to-day with him.”
When Damhauja’s eldest son was bringing venison to his father, he saw Kechowala. “He is coming,” said the son.
Kechowala had an angry face; he walked fast. When he reached the sweat-house, all were eating venison. He went to the top of the sweat-house, took his arrow from under his arm, and said, “Wake up, be ready; we must play to-day.”
Then he looked in and saw Juiwaiyu sitting between the two sisters. “I know now who that man is; he is from the east. Feed him well, dress him well, father-in-law; we must have fun before he goes from here. He must show what he can do before he leaves us.”
The old man went out and scolded Kechowala: “You talk loud, you want fat venison; that’s what you have come for, that’s why you are at this sweat-house.”
Jupka heard all that Kechowala said.
“I will go home now,” said Kechowala, “and be here after breakfast.”
“My son-in-law will be killed to-day,” said Pahnino Marimi; “what can we do? They are going to kill our son-in-law who brings so much venison. Stay in the house, do not go out,” said Pahnino.
“Do not go out,” said the brothers; “we will meet those people.”