He did as he was bid; but looking through a rent that was in the robe, he saw what the other was about. Just at that moment a piece flew off and hit him on the eye. He cried out:
“Tyau, why do you strike me, you old dog?”
The wolf answered, “You must have been looking at me.”
“No, no,” retorted Manabozho, “why should I want to look at you?”
“Manabozho,” said the old wolf, “you must have been looking or you would not have got hurt.”
“No, no,” he replied again, “I was not. I will repay the saucy wolf this mischief,” he thought to himself.
So the next day, taking up a bone to obtain the marrow, he said to the wolf:
“Brother, cover your head and do not look at me, for I very much fear a piece may fly in your eye.”
The wolf did so; and Manabozho, taking the large leg-bone of the moose, first looking to see if the wolf was well covered, hit him a blow with all his might. The wolf jumped up, cried out, and fell prostrate from the effects of the blow.
“Why,” said he, when he came to a little and was able to sit up, “why do you strike me so?”