“If she isn’t crying, she doesn’t care for us, and there is no use in crying. If they had made her cry, I should kill those men.”
Kówam sat still a long time; he was thinking what he could do. Then he said to Gágha: “Stop crying and get some wood; we will cook fish to eat. You must hurry, so we can go home before it’s dark.”
Little Gágha could hardly stand; he had cried so long that he was dizzy.
Kówam said: “Don’t cry any longer. I know what I will do to those big-footed people.”
They built a fire and cooked fish. Gágha’s tears were dropping all the time he was eating.
“Stop crying and finish eating!” said his brother. “Whenever a man has a nice wife he is bothered. It will always be that way.”
Kówam filled an old basket with fish, picked it up, put it on his back, and said: “Now we will go home.”
“How can we go home while those big-footed people are there?” asked Gágha. He was crying again.
“I am not afraid of those men,” said Kówam. “That is my house; I will drive them out of it or I will kill them.”
When they were part of the way home, Kówam said: “Little brother, take my bow and arrow and shoot me in the heart.”