Tusasás lived in that village. When he saw the sisters coming, he began to make fun of them and tell lies about them. “Why do you let those girls come into your houses?” asked he. “They don’t smell good; you should drive them away.” He made such a fuss that young Blaiwas and Kaiutois and Wûlkûtska and Wŏn ran off and hid. The next morning all the people gathered in Lok’s house to talk and make up their minds what to do. Old Galaíwa asked Blaiwas’ son: “Why didn’t you stay with your wife? She will get mad and kill you. Those sisters have great power. They can do anything.” Lok said: “I am afraid of those sisters. My home was on a high mountain; I never lived where the land was flat. Those sisters took my mountain and drove me away. You should have let them alone; you shouldn’t have sent Galaíwa to ask questions.” The people talked a long time; they didn’t know what to do. The next morning the eldest sister went to the second and together they went to the third and the fourth sister. They found that each sister had stayed alone; then they went to Kûlta’s house to see their youngest sister. Her husband had stayed with her; he liked her, and she was glad. She didn’t want to go home with her sisters, but they said: “Our father will feel lonesome if we come home without you,” so she went. As soon as they left Blaiwas’ village, Tusasás got on top of a house and called out: “Old Kúja’s daughters came to hunt for husbands, but they have gone home without them.” He called the girls names and made sport of them. He kept screaming: “Look at them! See them go home!” Some of the people said: “Old Tusasás ought to be killed; he will get us into trouble.” At last Blaiwas made him stop screaming and talking. The sisters turned back; they looked like men. They made a circle around Blaiwas’ house and danced a war dance. The people were terribly scared; they ran into their houses and looked through the cracks. When the dance was over, the sisters started for home. All the way they made a great noise. When they went into the house, they pounded their father on the head and back with their fists, and said: “Old man, to please you we have tried to get husbands. They ran away from us!” They pounded him again, almost killed him. When Kûlta’s son found that his wife was gone, he felt badly and cried. “Why didn’t you catch her when she went out?” asked his father. “She is a good daughter-in-law; I like her.” “I didn’t know that she was going,” said the young man. Kûlta was frightened; he was afraid of the sisters. He went to old man Witkátkis, and said: “You must come and talk to my son.”—Witkátkis was a great kiúks. When Witkátkis looked at the young man, blood came out of his own mouth, and he said: “You are going to die. You will follow your wife, and when you get where those sisters live your blood will spread over the ground.”