Toward the end of the day the magician in despair led the way back to the canoe. “This boy’s guardian spirit is too powerful,” he said to himself. “Nevertheless I will still find some way to destroy him.”
When they reached the island the elder girl could not hide her joy at seeing Panigwun had returned. Mishosha looked from one to the other suspiciously, but said nothing. He had begun to fear Panigwun as well as to hate him.
The next morning it was Panigwun’s turn. He came early to the magician’s lodge. “Grandfather,” he said, looking him boldly in the face, “every day I have gone with you without question. Now the time has come when you must redeem your promise and take me to see my little brother.”
The magician dared not refuse, so the two entered the canoe and sped away toward the mainland. When they landed, Panigwun went up to the lodge in advance of the magician. He approached it noiselessly and looked in. The little boy was seated there busily re-feathering one of his father’s arrows. The crackling of a twig made him look up, and there was the face of his brother looking in. He sprang up with a loud cry of joy, scattering the arrows around him. The magician was still far behind, and in a few hurried words Panigwun told the little brother of a plan by which he hoped they might escape from the power of Mishosha. They then went down to meet the magician.
“Here is my brother,” said Panigwun; “and now we will take him back to the island with us.”
Mishosha cast a glance of hate at the two, but he dared not refuse. They went back to the canoe together, but the magician was slower than the two boys. They reached the beach first and sprang into the canoe. Panigwun slapped it upon the side and cried “Chemann Poll.” Immediately they shot away in the direction of the island, leaving Mishosha behind them.
Panigwun was very proud of his exploit.
As he drew the canoe upon the shore the girl who had aided him before appeared beside him.
“What have you done, and where is Mishosha?” she asked. She did not deign to glance at the younger brother, who on his part gazed at her with admiration.
Panigwun told her how he had tricked the magician, and had escaped from him in the magic canoe. Instead of being pleased the girl was filled with terror.