Kol Tibichi began to sing; the Hlahi danced a few minutes. The boy blew then, and the yapaitu left him. Kol Tibichi ate venison first and drank water, then took other kinds of food. From that time on Kol Tibichi was a Hlahi. Soon after the great Hlahi dance, perhaps two weeks, Notisa, chief of Norpat Kodiheril, fell sick; he began to have a bad feeling at midday, and in the evening all his friends thought he would die. In the early night people in Norpat Kodi saw a light going to Kol Tibichi's house. "People are coming; there must be some one sick in the village," said the boy's father and mother. "People are coming. See, there is a big light moving this way." Two men came to the door. "Come in," said Kol Tibichi's father. "We thought some one was sick when we saw your light coming." "We are here because Notisa is sick," said the men. "He got sick at noon." The two men spread out a marten skin and said: "We brought this to show it to you and your son. We have heard that he is a powerful Hlahi. The chief gave us this skin to show you. We are afraid that Notisa will die. We want your son to go with us to see him." They gave the skin to Kol Tibichi. It was the best skin in the chief's house. "We will go," said Kol Tibichi's father. "I do not say that my son is a Hlahi, but he can do something." They waked the boy, made him ready to go. "Come," said his mother; and she carried him to the chief's house. "My mother, put me down," said Kol Tibichi, when they had come near the house. "I do not like to put you down," said the mother. "Put me down, put me down a moment," said the boy. His mother put him down. Then he saw some one looking around Notisa's house, pushing about, looking, watching in the dark, lurking around, holding arrows. This was a yapaitu, ready to shoot Notisa and kill him. Kol Tibichi called his own yapaitu, who went to the one who was watching and said: "What are you doing here? What do you want at this house?" "I am doing nothing," answered the yapaitu. "You are waiting to do something. You want to do harm." "Oh, no; I am only looking around here, just trying to find the door. I wanted to see some one." "You are ready to shoot a yapaitu dokos. You want to kill Notisa. You are watching around here to kill him." "Oh, no, I am not. I am just looking around, not doing anything." "You are ready to kill Notisa, the chief. You are waiting to kill him," said Kol Tibichi's yapaitu, who just took hold of the strange yapaitu, twisted him, killed him right there, and buried him. Kol Tibichi's mother took her son into the chief's house. The boy knew what had been done. His yapaitu told him what he had done, and came in with him. The boy sat down near Notisa. People thought the chief ready to die, thought that he might die any moment. "Let the boy put his hand on the sick man," said they. "Put your hand on the chief," said the father. "You must do what you can. You must try, do your best to cure him."