The two Tsudi brothers went to the middle house together; then one went east, and the other west. They went through each house. In some they found a few bows, in others a great many. They cut till daylight was coming. They went home then, and said,—
“We cut bow-strings all night, and had to stop because daylight was coming, but we left only a few strings uncut. The people slept, except one man in the sweat-house. We don’t think he ever sleeps. He talks always.”
“I know him,” said Sehinom. “He talks, but he is asleep while he talks [whistles]. Daylight is coming, we must go. Do the best you can, do your best, all of you.”
The army was so large, and there were so many Tidoks that they spread over the country like a flood; they rushed across the hill and ran down into the valley; when the people sleeping in the houses heard them coming, they sprang up and ran for their bows.
“Oh, my bow-string is broken!” cried one.
“Oh, my bow-string is broken!” cried another.
“Give me a bow! Give me a bow!” cried a third.
This was heard all over the camp; every one was crying: “My bow-string is broken! Give me a bow!”
Sehinom’s army poured in on them like great waves of water. Sehinom rushed to the chief house, and shouted,—
“Where are you, Sutunut? I want to see you. You boasted so much in Dau Paki Olel, I want to see you. Where are you, Sutunut?”