Now the Medicine Man began to chant weirdly, calling upon the Havasupai gods, Hoko-ma-ta and To-cho-pa, which translated by the guide was:
"Let the heat come and enter within us, reach head, face and lungs, Go deep down in stomach, through arms, body, thighs. Thus shall we be purified, made well from all ill, Thus shall we be strengthened to keep back all that can harm, For heat alone gives life and force."
"Let heat enter our heads, Let heat enter our eyes, Let heat enter our ears, Let heat enter our nostrils—-"
Up to this time no sounds had come from the interior of the to-hol-woh. But now the fat boy half rolled out, gasping for breath. Ned, having picked up a paddle that lay near this impromptu Turkish bath, administered a resounding slap on Stacy's anatomy, while Tad and Walter threw him back roughly into the to-hol-woh.
Chunky moaned dismally.
"I'm being burned alive," he groaned. "They're torturing me to death."
"Let heat enter the feet, Let heat enter the knees, Let heat enter the legs—-"
"Lemme out of here!" yelled the sick boy, thrusting a tousled head through between the blankets covering the opening.
They pushed him back.
"It's the paddle for yours, and hard, if you come out before we tell you," cried Ned.