She seemed sleepy and unsuspicious. The brothers asked a few questions, and then believed that she knew nothing of their feast.
When the sisters returned that night, there was the same old story of no game. Then in silence they roasted their roots and shared them with their husbands. As Lilote watched the men eat, she thought: "These must surely be gopher snakes. No man could eat a meal so soon after their gorging."
When the brothers settled around the fire again and began smoking, the sisters crept behind the willows. There Lilote whispered the story of their husbands' treachery.
"Let us steal down to the lake," murmured Fosate, "and there think what to do."
Down along the stream's bank they stole without a word. When they reached the shore of the lake, they huddled together in the darkness.
Fosate declared: "We must do something to get away from these greedy men. What shall we do?"
"Let us change ourselves into water," suggested Alachu, the second sister.
"Oh, no! They would drink us," the others answered.
"Let us change ourselves into stone," said Moquem, the third sister.
