“Nothing in particular, I say,” replied the Turtle. “At least, nothing that concerns you.”
“Yes, you did want it for something,” said the Coyote, “and I know what it was, too.”
“Well, what?” asked the Turtle, who was waxing rather angry.
“You wanted it to skin a deer with; that’s what you wanted it for. Where is the deer now, come? You have killed a deer and I know it. Tell, where is it.”
“Well, it lies over yonder,” replied the Turtle.
“Where? Come, let us go; I’ll help you skin it.”
“I can get along very well without you,” replied the Turtle.
“What if I do help you a little? I am very hungry this morning, and would like to lap up the blood.”
“Well, then, come along, torment!” replied the Turtle. So, finding a knife, they proceeded to where the deer was lying.
“Let me hold him for you,” cried the Coyote. Whereupon he jumped over the deer, spread out its hind legs, and placed a paw on each of them, holding the body open; and thus they began to skin the deer. When they had finished this work, the Coyote turned to the Turtle and asked: “How much of him are you going to give me?”