"I don't know what sort of man this is," thought Damhauja; "I have never seen such a person. I think he must have come to fight with me; I will try him once more." He filled the pipe a second time, and gave it to his daughters. They handed it to Juiwaiyu. This time they could not change the tobacco. Damhauja was watching too carefully. Jupka smoked this pipe. No smoke could hurt him. Damhauja, who hoped to see Juiwaiyu fall dead, became frightened when he saw him as well as ever. "What am I to do?" thought he. "I give this tobacco to every man who comes for my daughters, and every man who smokes dies right away. I am afraid of my new son-in-law. I will not fight with this man. Let my other sons-in-law try him. My daughters, I want you to give nice food to your husband; give him good things to eat, take the best care of him, treat him well. My boys, I want you to bring plenty of nice food to my son-in-law." "I will give venison now to these sisters," thought Jupka; and he took out a small piece of fat venison as large as a walnut. This he gave to Juiwaiyu, and told him to ask for a large basket. They brought it. "You, venison, keep this size," said Juiwaiyu; "be no smaller, you must not be gone;" and then he cut slices. Damhauja carried off three great baskets of meat, then went out on the housetop and called all his sons. "Come for venison, my sons," said he. "There is plenty for all of you." Damhauja had a great many sons-in-law on the west beyond a river. All his daughters were married except two. These sons-in-law heard him call and wondered. "What has happened?" asked they of one another. "We've never heard the old man talk that way before. He must have found a new son-in-law; he must have found a husband for Halaia and Pahnino Marimi." All Damhauja's sons came into the sweat-house. Kechowala, a son-in-law and chief on the west side, sent his two sons, Kechowala and Darijua, to see what was happening at the sweat-house. When the boys came and looked in, the elder saw a man, he thought, but did not know him. Damhauja's sons were dancing a fire-dance. The two brothers looked around carefully, but the younger did not see the strange man. They ran down from the sweat-house, and on the way home began to quarrel. "I think our grandfather has a new son-in-law; I saw him," said Kechowala, the elder. "You did not," said the younger. "Why do you try to hide him, why do you deny? I saw him surely." "When we get home, you will say that you saw a stranger in the sweat-house; but if you do, you will lie." "We shall see great trouble, I think," said the elder; "there will be fighting now our grandfather has a new son-in-law, there will be great fighting." The two boys ran very fast, disputing as they went. They got to the river, swam across, ran home. "There is a strange man over there; grandfather has a new son-in-law," said Kechowala. "Don't believe what he says," cried Darijua to his father; "I could not see any man."