The old Demon was not in the habit of rising very early, but when he arose that morning he came out and sat down on the edge of the cliff; there the Coyote was, battering away at the bones and pretending to bathe his own lips with the medicine-fluid.
“I wonder what in the world that little sneak is doing down there,” said the old Demon. So he put on his war-badge and took his bow and arrows, as though he were going out to hunt, and started down to where the Coyote was.
“Hello!” said the Coyote, “how did you pass the night?”
“What in the world are you doing here?” asked the Demon.
“Why, don’t you know?” replied the Coyote. “This is the way I train myself for running, so as to catch the deer; I can run faster than any deer in the country. With my medicine, here, I take the swiftness out of these bones.”
“Is it possible?” said the old Demon.
“Of course it is,” said the Coyote. “There is no deer that can run away from me.”
“Will you show me?” said the Demon, eagerly.
“Why, yes, of course I will; and then we will go hunting together.”
“Good, good!” said the old Demon. “I have a hard time catching deer and antelope.”