Then the other said, “My friend, let us go home,” so he went with him to his tepee.
“Grandmother, I have brought my friend home with me,” he said. “Get him something to eat.”
Grandmother replied, “How shall I do as you say?”
“How is it?” said Star-born.
“This people are perishing for wood,” she said; “when any one goes for wood, he never comes home again.”
Star-born said, “My friend, take the packing strap; we will go for wood.”
The old woman protested. “This one, my grandchild, I have raised with difficulty,” she said. He answered, “Old woman, what you are afraid of are trifles,” and went with the young man. “I am going to bring wood,” he said. “If any wish to go, come along.”
“The young man who came from somewhere says this,” they said, so they followed him.
They had now reached the wood. They found it tied up in bundles. He ordered them to carry it home, but he stood still and said, “You who killed every one who came to this wood, where have you gone?”
Then, suddenly, where he went was not made manifest. And lo! a tepee, and in it some young men and young women; some were eating, and some were waiting.