The boy ran away to the west. He was hardly out of sight when Hehku came. She made a great wind as she ran to the house.
“Old man,” cried she, “where is Tsanunewa? Tell me where that boy is. I have tracked him to your house. Tell me where he is, or I will kill you.”
“Come in,” said Matauwila; “but you will not find the boy here. Come in. Sit down in my house, look all over it. Come in, but you’ll not find the boy. Come in.”
The central pillar of Matauwila’s house was large and very smooth. Hehku could not hold to it, but fell down and dropped into the first trap. She broke right through that, and went through the three other lines of double traps.
When Hehku burst through the traps, her body was flashing red fire from every part of it, she was so angry. This fire from her body killed Matauwila.
Hehku ran after the boy again; ran with her hands clasped behind her. She ran that way always, and sang as she ran,—
“I am following Tsanunewa; I am on his track.
I am following Tsanunewa; I am on his track.”
The boy rushed to the house of the Chichi. There were two brothers of them.
The Chichis had two smooth rocks which looked like ice, but were more slippery than any ice (rock crystals). One of these was at the eastern door, the other at the opening on the roof.
“Grandfathers, save me!” cried Tsanunewa, running up to the door of the house. “Grandfathers, save me!” cried he, running in.