Wus killed the third brother, as he had the other two.
Again it began snowing; the fourth brother was coming. Wus told Kāhkaas that he must work around as he always did. “You must not talk,” said Kāhkaas; “he will hear you. He is stronger than the other brothers.”
Súbbas looked in at the smoke hole, and asked: “Why don’t you brush up the snow? What makes it so yellow?”
“I’ve been walking in the ashes,” said Kāhkaas.
Súbbas was just going to draw his head up out of the smoke hole and come down into the house, when Wus sprang at him and cut his head off. That time a good deal of blood was left. Kāhkaas couldn’t clean it up; it made the snow yellow.
Wus was afraid the fifth brother would see the blood. “I will go outside and kill him,” said he.
“You mustn’t do that,” said Kāhkaas. “If you do the other brothers will see you.”
Súbbas was at the house now; he left his basket outside and looked in. “Why does it look so around here?” asked he. “It looks queer.”
“Oh, I’ve worked around a good deal,” said Kāhkaas, “that is why it looks queer.” [[57]]
Súbbas stretched half his length in to see that no one was there and Wus sprang at him and cut his head off.