(Who has risen, turning sharply.) How?
Tavwots
I said I could not guess how you manage to be always winning, unless you have made love to the Chisera, and she has persuaded the gods for you. (Slapping him on the back.) Why, this is the first time you were ever accused of love-making and looked sourly over it!
Simwa
(Smirking.) No fault of mine if the women like a good figure.
Tavwots
No advantage either from this time henceforward. Here comes Chief Rain Wind to marry you to his daughter.
Chief
(Issuing from his wickiup in full holiday dress, blanketed.) Where is she?
Seegooche