"You do not know what you are talking about! The child is fretful, and I am merely trying to quiet him."
Mashtinna was not deceived, for he had guessed that this was Double-Face, who delights in teasing the helpless ones.
"Give the boy to me!" he insisted; so that Double-Face became angry, and showed the other side of his face, which was black and scowling.
"The boy is mine," he declared, "and if you say another word I shall treat you as I have treated him!"
Upon this, Mashtinna fitted an arrow to the string, and shot the wicked one through the heart.
He then took the child on his arm and followed the trail to a small and poor teepee. There lived an old man and his wife, both of them blind and nearly helpless, for all of their children and grandchildren, even to the smallest and last, had been lured away by wicked Double-Face.
"Ho, grandfather, grandmother! I have brought you back the child!" exclaimed the Rabbit, as he stood in the doorway.
But the poor, blind old people had so often been deceived by that heartless Double-Face that they no longer believed anything; therefore they both cried out:
"Ugh, you liar! we don't believe a word you say! Get away with you, do!"
Since they refused to take the child, and it was now almost night, the kind-hearted young man wrapped the boy in his own blanket and lay down with him to sleep. The next morning, when he awoke, he found to his surprise that the child had grown up during the night and was now a handsome young man, so much like him that they might have been twin brothers.