The old man hurried after Tsanunewa. Hehku reached the river when Mipka stepped across the door.
“Old man,” cried she, “put your leg over the water. Let me cross. Put your leg over the water!”
Mipka stood inside the door; seemed not to hear.
“Put your leg over the water!” cried Hehku.
“Creep out and run west for your life,” said Mipka to Tsanunewa. “Run; I will stop Hehku; I will keep her here for a while. Run to Matauwila’s; he may be able to save you.”
Tsanunewa crept out through the western end of the sweat-house and ran.
“Old man, put your leg over the river. Let me cross on it!” cried Hehku. She was very angry now, but Mipka refused for a long time.
At last he stretched his leg from inside the door to the opposite bank of the river. He did this hoping that Hehku would run in on his leg, be speared in the doorway and die there. Mipka had long and very sharp spears fixed in above the doorway to kill people whom he hated.
But Hehku jumped off his leg at the river side. She would not go in at the door; she climbed to the roof of the sweat-house.
“Old man, give me Tsanunewa. I saw him run into your house. Old man, give me Tsanunewa or tell me where he is.”