After this, never a day passed without the boy and the dog bringing home meat, and thanks to them the people began to grow fat again. But if the dog killed many sheep at once, the boy was always careful to give it first the best for itself. * * * * * Some weeks later the husband of the boy's sister came to him and said: 'Lend me your dog, it will help me greatly.' So the boy went and brought the dog from the little house he had made for it, and painted its head and its feet, and carried it to his brother-in-law. 'Give it the first thing that is killed as I always do,' observed the boy, but the man answered nothing, only put the dog in his blanket. Now the brother-in-law was greedy and selfish and wanted to keep everything for himself; so after the dog had killed a whole flock of sheep in the fields, the man threw it a bit of the inside which nobody else would touch, exclaiming rudely: 'Here, take that! It is quite good enough for you.' But the dog would not touch it either, and ran away to the mountains, yelping loudly. The man had to bring back all the sheep himself, and it was evening before he reached the village. The first person he saw was the boy who was waiting about for him. 'Where is the dog?' asked he, and the man answered: 'It ran away from me.' On hearing this the boy put no more questions, but he called his sister and said to her: 'Tell me the truth. What did your husband do to the dog? I did not want to let it go, because I guessed what would happen.' And the wife answered: 'He threw the inside of a sheep to it, and that is why it ran off.' When the boy heard this, he felt very sad, and turned to go into the mountains in search of the dog. After walking some time he found the marks of its paws, and smears of red paint on the grass. But all this time the boy never knew that the dog was really the son of the Wolf Chief and had been sent by his father to help him, and he did not guess that from the day that he painted red paint round its face and on its feet a wolf can be told far off by the red on its paws and round its mouth. The marks led a long, long way, and at length they brought him to a lake, with a town on the opposite side of it, where people seemed to be playing some game, as the noise that they made reached all the way across. 'I must try if I can get over there,' he said, and as he spoke, he noticed a column of smoke coming right up from the ground under his feet, and a door flew open. 'Enter!' cried a voice, so he entered, and discovered that the voice belonged to an old woman, who was called 'Woman-always-wondering.' 'Grandchild, why are you here?' she asked, and he answered: 'I found a young dog who helped me to get food for the people, but it is lost and I am seeking it.' 'Its people live right across there,' replied the woman. 'It is the Wolf Chief's son, and that is his father's town where the noise comes from.'