They wished for rain, that they might plant their corn and beans.
The wind might blow the seed away if the rain did not come to wet the dry sand.
“The rain is late this year,” said one, “but our dried fruit will last a long time even though we have no grain.”
The cliff people dried their fruit in the sun.
We would not have liked it because it was so sour.
Soon the men noticed Teni and Mavo and asked who they were.
“They are children of the Bear people, our neighbors,” said Demino.
“This morning, as I was walking near the tower, I saw a band of Indians coming toward me.
“I knew them to be our enemies, so I ran quickly toward some cedar trees.