With many groans the beast shed his teeth, crying, “All my magic strength and power are his who holds these teeth.”
The boy threw them in his pouch and bade the monster depart forever. The boy rested for some time and then ran with all speed to the land of the allies. He called a council and told his story.
“We thought your nation had destroyed our people whom we sent to you,” said the chief of the allies at the close of the boy’s speech.
“We also thought the same of you,” answered the boy.
The boy departed for his own village and held a great council, telling all he had seen, heard and done. The people were astonished beyond measure and cried, “Oh, tell us how you became powerful! What are your charm medicines?”
“This,” said the boy, “I grasped the white belt, I went and would not be pursued, neither would I fear.”
“But all thought you a fool,” said the people.
“Perhaps I am,” answered the boy, “if silence and observation mean I am only dull. But I only thought I would hold my mouth until my ears filled up.”
Then all the people shouted and called him a great chief.
Thus were the nations saved, so was the trail established and so was the nīa’´gwahē slain.