The Wûlkûtska brothers felt badly; they were afraid that the old man would kill Tskel and then follow them. [[325]]
Old Wûlkûtska made Tskel sleep; then he tracked his sons. Soon he was on top of the last mountain. He was the fastest traveler in the world. He peeped over the top of the mountain and looked around in the valley.
When the Wûlkûtska brothers and Pitoíois were ready to start for home, her brother said to the youngest Wûlkûtska: “She is all the sister we have; you must be good to her. She will work and help you feed your father.”
When the brothers looked toward the mountain, they saw their father looking over the top of it. The eldest brother went around the mountain, came up behind the old man, and snatched the mortar from under his arm, just as he was taking it out to throw at Pitoíois.
“Why are you here?” asked the son. “We told you to stay with Tskel. You are not safe when you are away from home.”
“I wanted to see the brothers of my daughter-in-law.”
“You can’t see them. Go home!” said the son, and he was so angry that he threw his father’s mortar over four mountains. It came down in front of their house.
Old Wûlkûtska could do nothing without his mortar; he hurried after it.
When Tskel woke up and didn’t see the old man, he was terribly scared. He went out to hunt for him just in time to see the mortar coming and dodge it. When it fell, he picked it up, took it to the creek, and buried it in mud; only the rim of the mortar could be seen. Tskel had to hurry, for the old man was coming fast, like a cloud.
When he got to the house, he called to Tskel: “Where is my cap? Where is my cap?”