Then Yorgh sat down to answer question after question while preparations for the night's feast went on. The men gathered and voted that messengers should be sent to the Sea People to tell of what had happened. Someone shouted Yorgh's name to be chief of the three tribes, and the cry was taken up over his protests. "Well, I'll take a walk and think about it," he said finally, and strolled up the creek for a breather. In the quiet of the trees, he shook his head to see if he would wake from the dream, but the only result was that he heard voices. He lengthened his stride and caught up with a group of the young women. "Where are you going?" he asked amiably. "We were going swimming before the feast," answered pert Ahnee, "but if there is to be a ponadu named Yorgh in the woods--" "I won't bother you," he grinned, "if you will tell me where Vaneen is." "She went ahead alone when we stopped to hear what all the shouting was for. She is anxious to try the new dress of white wool that Jayn gave her." "Oh," said Yorgh, wrinkling his brow. "Well, in that case, I must ask you girls to find another part of the creek." "What!" cried Ahnee. "Yorgh, you oughtn't!" "The Raydower elder said a marriage spell over us, didn't he? Now, will you go, or must I show you what happened to Moyt?" "We'll go!" squealed Ahnee hastily, as the other girls faded back from beside her. "But it was said that you did not mean to hold her to that foreign ceremony." "I must obey everyone's laws," said Yorgh, "now that I am to be chief of all the tribes." He thought he heard splashing a little way up the creek, and grinned to himself at the vision in his mind. "But it is well known that you told Tefior--" "Argh!" said Yorgh. "It is well known that I seldom speak in earnest!" End of Project Gutenberg's Calling World-4 of Kithgol, by H. B. Fyfe