Tavwots, you have eaten meadowlarks' tongues. If you had a wife, you would keep her in a gambling basket. (At the spring.) Now I need only flowers for my hair. Let us go get them. (The girls go out.)
Tavwots
(Throwing down his collar of elks' teeth.) By the Bear, Simwa, I do not know how it is you persuade the gods to be always on your side. First you are made war leader, then you marry the Chief's daughter, and now you have my collar of elks' teeth to top all.
Simwa
(Gathering up the stakes.) Will you take a chance to have it back again?
Tavwots
I would, if I had anything to stake you; but my luck has left me little but my shirt.
Simwa
I will play you for that.
Tavwots