Sehinom stuck out his head a second time. Again some one saw him and asked,—
“What is that over there? Maybe it is Sehinom Chabatu. I think he might come.”
“Oh, he is dead long ago. Let’s throw at that and see what it is.”
Some one hurled a stone. It grazed Sehinom’s nose and he dropped into the ground. “That is only a squirrel!” said a number of people, “Sehinom Chabatu is dead.”
Sehinom went back to his army, and said to Nom Sowiwi,—
“I saw a great many people. They are the same who killed our friends. They will kill us unless we kill them. We will move to-morrow at daybreak and fight. My brother, Tede Wiu, you must find Sutunut. When he came to my place he boasted greatly. He said that I could fight nobody. I want to see Sutunut. We must find him. Never mind others. Let us find Sutunut and Koip Herit, who boasted that they had killed so many of our people.”
“I will go and look at that camp before dark,” said Hau Herit.
He went, and just below the hilltop he found a piece of a hollow oak-tree as long as the height of a man; he walked slowly in this dry trunk, his head just sticking above it, and of the same color. He reached the top of the ridge and went down the south side a short distance; there were no trees or brush there. As he stood looking around, his eyes above the stump, some people called out below,—
“What is that on the hill? I have never seen that thing there before.”
“I see nothing but a stump,” answered others.