"Why are you frightened?" asked Jupka. "I should like to see the person who is chasing you. I should like to see any one dare to hurt you. Come in, my nephew, come in." "Carry me, uncle. I am too tired to walk alone. Carry me. Hehku is hunting me; she has almost caught up with me." Jupka took the boy, carried him in. The sweat-house was full of Mapchemaina people, all those people called in by Jupka. Hehku jumped off the house of the Chichi brothers, which had brought her almost to Jigulmatu. She was rested. "Go back now to your own place," said she to the house; and it shrank back to its own place. "Tell me, old man," said she to Jupka, "tell me where Tsanunewa is. I saw him go into your sweat-house. I want him." "Come in," said Jupka. "Come if you like. Why are you hunting that boy? What do you want of him?" "Do not speak in that way to me," said Hehku. "Tell where the boy is." "Come in, I will give you a husband," said Jupka. "I will give you a husband; let the boy go. Take Demauna." Hehku shook her head. "Well, I will give you Wirula for husband; let the boy go." Hehku shook her head a second time. He offered every one in the house except himself. She refused one, then another and another; refused all. "Tell me where that boy is," said she. "I want him; I want no one else. I want nothing more from you. Just tell me where that boy is. I want none of your people; the only one I want is Tsanunewa." Jupka had put the boy under his own hair, under the hair at the back of his head, and kept him hidden there. "I must know what you are going to do with that boy," said Jupka to Hehku Marimi. "I am not willing to give him to you; he is too small to be your husband. I want to keep him here in my sweat-house." After that he went aside and said to Tsanunewa, "If you like this woman, I will let you go with her; if you do not wish to go, I will keep you." "I will not go with her; she would kill me on the road. She wants to kill me; that's why she is hunting me, that's why she came here." "Bring out that boy!" cried Hehku; "I want to see him. I want to go home; I want to take him home with me." "This is a bad woman. I have heard much of her. Give her the boy, put him down; let us see what she will do with him," said each of those present. But Jupka kept Tsanunewa hidden, would not give him up. "I know that woman," repeated each of the Mapchemaina: "she is bad. When she is angry, fire flashes from her body. She kills every one. You would better let the boy go and save us." "Spread robes out," said Jupka. "Let her come in here; let her sit down. We will hear what she says." Jupka rubbed the boy's face and body, made him smooth, and from being small he was large, full-grown, and very beautiful. Jupka seated him on the robe. Every one could see him. Hehku came in and sat on the robe. When she took her place, fire flashed from her through the whole sweat-house. She took off her cap made of skulls and put it at her side.