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 caught Him from behind. The thief and his loot are all in one place; there is no need to look anywhere else. He had stolen others' blankets before mine. Mine was mixed 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.