The leader said, “Fill your pipe, friends. We must smoke this last time with our friend up there.”
“Yes, your friend has spoken well. That should be done,” answered one of them.
So he filled the pipe. He drew a whiff, and when the fire glowed, he turned the pipestem toward the seam of the skins above the doorway. He looked up towards the sky, saying, “Ho, friend, here is the pipe. We must smoke with you this last time. And then we must separate. Here is the pipe.”
As he said this, he gazed above the doorway and saw a head looking out from the tent.
“Oh! My friends!” he cried. “Look at this place behind you.”
When the two looked, they said, “Really! Friends, it is he!” And all fled.
Then the young man leaped down and pursued them. Two of them fell to the ground in terror, but he did not disturb them, going on in pursuit of his father. When the old man was overtaken, he fell to the ground. He was terrified. The young man sat astride of him. He said, “You have been very disobedient! Fill the pipe for me!”
The old man said, “Oh! My grandchild! Oh! My grandchild!” hoping that the ghost would pity him. Then he filled the pipe as he lay stretched there and gave it to his son.
The young man smoked. When he stopped smoking, the old man said, “Oh! My grandchild! Oh! My grandchild! Pity me, and let me go. We thought we must smoke with you this last time, so we went to the place where you were. Oh! My grandchild, pity me.”
“If that be so, arise and extend your hands to me in entreaty,” said the young man.