Gushwean, an orphan, who had run away when Góshgoise was killing the Lóluk people, came to the old man’s house. “Something strange got into our house last night,” said old Tsmuk; “we didn’t know it was there. It is bright and nice, but it scares us.” Then the old man asked: “Where did you come from?” [[180]]
“I live near here. Some one has killed all my people.”
“Maybe this thing killed them,” said the old man; “it is bloody. Look in and see it.”
“No,” said the boy. “It will kill me.”
Old Tsmuk and his sons were afraid to look in. The mother and daughter were in the house. The girl was crying; she was sorry for her father and brothers. When she cried, Góshgoise asked: “Why do you cry?”
“This is the first time my father and brothers have ever been out of the house.”
“Tell them to come in,” said Góshgoise. She told them, but they wouldn’t come; they were afraid.
Old Tsmuk asked: “Can I live if I come in?” His voice trembled. “If you will put that thing away, I will come.” Old woman Tsmuk told him that the stranger had put his spear under his arm. Then Tsmuk said: “Ask the stranger if he has come for my daughter.”
“I have come for her,” said Góshgoise.
Then the old woman asked: “Where will you stay?”