Sutunut’s people stood around watching for him.
“We should like to know where he is,” said they. “The sweat-house is burned. He was not there or he would have run out.” They pushed the cinders about,—found no trace of his bones. “He cannot be under this log,” said one man; but he did not touch the burning log.
At last, about dark, when the log was burned almost to the very end, Sutunut and all his people went away.
Sehinom Chabatu heard everything they said. When they had gone and all was silent, he crept out from under the ground; he saw his friends lying dead, the houses destroyed, and the sweat-house burned down. He cried all night,—mourned for his friends, mourned until daylight. At daylight he walked around everywhere; looked at the ruins; did not know what to do; walked around again and again.
Just before sunrise he heard something and stopped to listen. There was a sound like the cry of a little dog. He looked, and saw at last a piece of bark of the yellow pine. The noise came from under that bark.
“What can be under this bark?” thought Sehinom, and turning it over he found two little boys lying in each other’s arms and crying. He stooped down and took them up.
“Now, brother,” said one of them, “we had luck. We hid here and escaped.”
They were Tsudi boys. Sehinom Chabatu took the boys to care for them. He buried all the people he could find, took the two little boys, and went up Pui Mem to get kopus wood for arrows. He found the wood, brought it home, and made four hundred arrows. Then he made five bows of yew wood.
The two boys grew very fast. Sehinom gave a bow and forty arrows to each of them and said,—
“I wish you could do something for me, but you are so small I don’t like to send you.”