“They run till they are weary,” said the boy; “and there are the young children and the very old. Is there no way for them?”
“Come,” said the Coyote, “let us go to the hunt.”
“I will hunt no more,” the boy answered him, “until I have found a way to save my people from the cold. Help me, O counselor!”
But the Coyote had run away. After a time he came back and found the boy still troubled in his mind.
“There is a way, O Man Friend,” said the Coyote, “and you and I must take it together, but it is very hard.”
“I will not fail of my part,” said the boy.
“We will need a hundred men and women, strong, and swift runners.”
“I will find them,” the boy insisted, “only tell me.”
“We must go,” said the Coyote, “to the Burning Mountain by the Big Water and bring fire to our people.”
Said the boy: “What is fire?”