“I cannot tell where he is. He is not in my house,” said Mipka.
“Tell me, old man, where that boy is, or I will kill you. I do not want to go into your house, but if I go in I will kill you. Only tell me where Tsanunewa is. If you hide that boy I will kill you.”
“If you think Tsanunewa is here, come down, come in, look through my house,” said Mipka.
Sharp spears were pointing upward toward this door in the roof of the sweat-house. Hehku was very angry; she slipped down in a hurry. The spear-points went into her body and killed her. She fell dead on the floor of the sweat-house. She lay a while dead there; then came to life and stood up again. She caught Mipka right away, and they fought, fought a long time, fought till she swallowed him down at one mouthful.
While Hehku and Mipka were fighting a long battle in the sweat-house, Tsanunewa had run far away toward the west. He was now in sight of Matauwila’s sweat-house. When he was near enough to call, he shouted,—
“Grandfather, I am running for my life; save me!”
Matauwila ran out and helped the boy into the sweat-house.
“Grandfather, I want you to set traps in this house, set traps all around in it. Hehku is hunting me; she will kill me if she catches me.”
Matauwila made four rows of double traps in the house.
“I will catch Hehku,” said Matauwila, “but you would better run west; run till you come to the house of the Chichi brothers.”