“We have nothing to make smoke with,” said one of the men.
“Did you come to play with me?” asked Yahyáhaäs. “I like to wrestle. The last man I saw threw me, and went away somewhere.”
The little boy sat on the edge of the cliff; he didn’t say anything, just looked at the water. At last he began to see men swimming around under the surface; then he saw the five brothers and lots of other men,—his own people. He felt strong and glad when he saw them.
Tusasás said: “You want to fight, don’t you? You think you can kill Yahyáhaäs, don’t you?” [[157]]
“Let the boy alone,” said his mother. “Don’t make fun of him; maybe he can teach us things.”
Yahyáhaäs kept asking the men to wrestle with him. At last they said: “We may as well get killed here. If we start for home, he will follow us.” And they began to wrestle. Soon every man was over the cliff, except Tusasás. One man was very strong; he nearly broke Yahyáhaäs’ leg. Yahyáhaäs screamed out: “That is not the way to wrestle. You shouldn’t twist my leg!”
“It is right for me to throw you any way I can,” said the man. “You have killed a great many of my people.” Yahyáhaäs laughed, threw the man,—took him up with one hand, and flung him over the cliff.
When Tusasás began to wrestle, he held tight to Yahyáhaäs.
“Look out! Don’t hold me so tight,” said Yahyáhaäs.
“I have always seen men hold tight,” said Tusasás, and he clung tighter. But Yahyáhaäs loosened his hold and threw him into the lake.