Presently he went on down to the log-jam, and as he got near the place he saw the old man at work there, bending over, skinning a buffalo; for Kut-o-yis’, when he had seen the son-in-law coming, had lain down on the ground and hidden himself behind the carcass.

When the son-in-law had come pretty close to where the buffalo lay he said to his father-in-law, “Old man, stand up and look all about you.  Look carefully and well, for it will be the last time that you will ever see anything”; and while the son-in-law said this he took an arrow from his quiver.

Kut-o-yis’ spoke to the old man from his hiding-place and said, “Tell your son-in-law that he must take his last look, for that you are going to kill him now.”  The old man said this as he had been told.

“Ah,” said the son-in-law, “you talk back to me.  That makes me still angrier at you.”  He put an arrow on the string and shot at the old man, but did not hit him.  Kut-o-yis’ said to the old man, “Pick up that arrow and shoot it back at him”; and the old man did so.  Now, they shot at each other four times, and then the old man said to Kut-o-yis’, “I am afraid now; get up and help me.  If you do not, I think he will kill me.”  Then Kut-o-yis’ rose to his feet and said to the son-in-law, “Here, what are you doing?  I think you have been treating this old man badly for a long time.  Why do you do it?”

“Oh no,” said the son-in-law, and he smiled at Kut-o-yis’ in a friendly way, for he was afraid of him.  “Oh no; no one thinks more of this old man than I do.  I have always been very good to him.”

“No,” said Kut-o-yis’.  “You are saying what is not true, and I am going to kill you now.”

Kut-o-yis’ shot the son-in-law four times and he fell down and died.  Then the young man told his father to go and bring down to him the daughters who had acted badly toward him.  The old man did so and Kut-o-yis’ punished them.  Then he went up to the lodges and said to the youngest woman, “Did you love your husband?” “Yes,” said the girl, “I loved him.”  So Kut-o-yis’ punished her too, but not so badly as he had the other daughters, because she had been kind to her parents.

To the old people he said, “Go over now to that lodge and live there.  There is plenty of food, and when that is gone I will kill more.  As for me, I shall make a journey.  Tell me where there are any people.  In what direction shall I go to find a camp?”

“Well,” said the old man, “up here on Two Medicine Lodge Creek there are some people—­up where the piskun is, you know.”

Kut-o-yis’ followed up the stream to where the piskun was and there found many lodges of people.  In the centre of the camp was a big lodge, and painted on it the figure of a bear.  He did not go to this lodge, but went into a small lodge where two old women lived.  When he had sat down they put food before him—­lean dried meat and some belly fat.

“How is this, grandmothers?” he said.  “Here is a camp with plenty of fat meat and back fat hanging up to dry; why do you not give me some of that?”