When the elk ran off with Tcûskai, Tskel fell on the ground and cried. Then he jumped up and started off to find him. He went everywhere, stopped at every house, and asked every person he met if they had seen little Tcûskai. But nobody had seen him. At last he came to a house where a sick woman lived; she was covered with sores. When she saw Tskel, she called out, “Don’t come in here!” Tskel asked: “Have you seen my brother?” “I haven’t seen anybody, I never go anywhere, and nobody ever comes here. You can ask at the next house.” Tskel went on till he came to a rock house right on the trail. He couldn’t see a door. He walked around the house, but couldn’t find an opening. Then he called out: “Who lives here?” The rock answered, “I live here!”—The house was a person.—Tskel asked: “Have you seen my brother? Kāhkaas has carried him off.” “I go nowhere, and nobody comes here. I have no eyes, I can’t see. You can ask at the next house. The people there see a great deal; maybe they can tell you where your brother is.” When Tskel got to the house, there were five persons inside and one said to another: “Make room for that man to come in and sit down.” “I can’t,” said that one. “I’m just finishing my work. You can make room for him.” “I can’t, I’m just beginning my work.”—Some of the men were braiding threads and others were twisting them.—When each man had refused to make room for Tskel, it was just sunset. He went into the house, gave the fire a kick, and sent it everywhere. It burned up all the threads and ropes the men were making. “I feel lonesome,” said he. “I can’t listen to your words; they make me mad. I have lost my little brother; Kāhkaas has carried him off. Do you know anything about him?—Sprinkle your threads with water and roll them up; they will be whole again.—I have been everywhere in the world, but I can’t find Tcûskai. I want to ask Súbbas if he can tell me where he is. I can do everything, but I can’t find my brother. I want you to go up to Súbbas’ house and ask him if he has seen Tcûskai.” Old man Kaltsik said: “We never go to Súbbas’ house. No one ever goes there.” Tskel said: “I will give you anything you want if you will go.” Tskel teased a long time, and at last Kaltsik said: “I will go.” He started just at daybreak. He traveled fast, going up all the time. He reached Súbbas’ house in the middle of the sky before Súbbas got there. He turned himself into a little clump of bushes, right on Súbbas’ trail. When Súbbas came hurrying along, he stumbled against the bushes, and said: “What is here? I never saw anything on this trail before.” Kaltsik took his own form, jumped up, and said, “I am here.” “What are you here for?” asked Súbbas. “Tskel has lost his brother, little Tcûskai, and he wants you to tell him where he is.” “I can’t wait to talk,” said Súbbas. “I am always hurrying along; I only stop here at midday. I’m afraid Lok will catch me.”