One of the ten saw a squirrel on a tree; he took a club, climbed after the squirrel, and killed it; he saw another and another; the tree was filled with squirrels. A second man saw squirrels in a second tree, and then a third and a fourth in other trees. Right away the ten were killing squirrels on ten trees, and soon they had ten piles of squirrels, each pile as large as one man could carry.
The two chiefs were delighted when they saw the ten loads of game, and there was a great feast of squirrel flesh that day at Kedila’s.
Both sides sat down then to gamble, played with sticks, gambled all day, played till sunset. They bet all kinds of skins. Jewinna’s men won a great many things, and won more than the presents.
Next morning Kedila’s sons-in-law wanted to win back the beautiful skins and other things which they had played away, but before noon they had lost everything. When all was gone, Kedila’s men were angry.
“You don’t play fairly,” said they to Jewinna’s men; “you shall not have these things.”
“We have won everything fairly,” said Jewinna’s men, “and we will take these things home with us.”
They began to fight at once. Kedila’s sons-in-law attacked Jewinna’s men as soon as they were outside the sweat-house.
“We are here to fight if there is need,” said Jewinna; “go ahead, my men, you are likely to die, every one of you.”
Jewinna’s men fought, going westward, fought carrying with them what they had won. Jewinna fought bravely, and sang as he fought. Kedila’s people followed.
They fought till near sunset. All were killed now but eight men, four on each side,—Jewinna, his half-brother, and two more western people. Kedila and three others of the eastern people were alive yet.