He turned east, then, and went to Lasan Holok, near Pas Puisono, where he found a big house with a door on the south side. One old man was sitting on the east, and another on the west side of the door. The house was full of people. The two old men were rubbing their thighs and rolling something. All the people inside were doing the same, all were making ropes. Five years before these old men had heard that Norwanchakus had lost his brother. All people had been telling one another that Norwanchakus was looking for Keriha. As soon as the old men heard of this, they began to make ropes. Norwanchakus stood in the door, and raised one foot to walk in. "Don't step this way; step east," said the old man on the west. "Don't step this way; step west," said the old man on the east. "I'll go straight ahead," thought Norwanchakus. "Don't come this way! Don't come this way!" cried all those in front. One small boy was sitting behind all the others. As shreds of fibre dropped from the hands of those in front, he picked them up and twisted them into a rope. "I suppose you have been travelling a long time, my grandson," said the old man on the west side of the door. "I have travelled a very long time, and have come at last to talk with you. I have asked all who live on this earth about my brother, and no one can tell me where Keriha is." "We heard about your brother five years ago," said the old men, "and we told our sons to make ropes because you had lost Keriha." "How much rope have you made?" "We can tell to-morrow." Next morning they cleared a broad space in front of the house. While they were doing this, Norwanchakus said to the rope-makers,-- "I wish you would send for Tsiwihl, an old man near by here." They brought him quickly. After Tsiwihl came, Norwanchakus said,-- "I want some of you young men to try to go up and ask Sas if he knows where my brother is. I think Sas must know." "I will try first," said the old man at the western side of the door; "I think that I have the longest rope." "I will give you something for Sas," said Norwanchakus. "Here is an arrow-straightener, a headband of silver gray-fox skin, and a fire-drill. If you go to the top of the sky, you will see a road from east to west. Sit at the south side of it under a tobacco tree which is there. Soon Sas will come from the east, going west. He will stop at the tree. Give him the three things." The old man brought out a great coil of rope to unwind and go up with it. "Who is to stand and watch?" asked the other old man. "Tsiwihl," said Norwanchakus. Tsiwihl put oak leaves near the coil, lay on them, and looked up. Old Lasaswa took one end of his rope, pulled it, and started. The rope was unwinding, and he was going up. Tsiwihl kept his eyes on Lasaswa. After a while he said, "Lasaswa is half-way up." A little later he said, "He is more than half-way up!" "But the rope is gone," said Norwanchakus. "Lasaswa is coming down," said Tsiwihl.