My blanket has been found right where it was dropped. The trail leads straight to those feet. That thief is a fine one, a fine one indeed. Pundalik has held Him there from behind. The thief and his stolen goods are all in one place; there is no need to look anywhere else. He had stolen others' blankets before mine; mine was mingled in with the rest. They searched and found their own by their own effort. I too shall do the same. Says Tuka, my loss has been my gain. The tattered blanket went, and a whole one has come back.