One, Hang-from-the-vines, who had led the combined forces in search of the escaping Ammi, first flew at her, and would have torn her to pieces, but for the intervention of Ilo and Oboo, who had her in charge. Ilo seized him by the throat, while Oboo snatched her away to a place of safety. Hang-from-the-vines now turned in his rage to Ilo, and these two fought together, and both received bites and scratches; but, as Ilo fought for love and Hang-from-the-vines for revenge, Ilo was successful, though the other was the greater warrior. Ilo marched proudly from his victory over Hang-from-the-vines, expecting to receive the admiration of the people, and especially of Sosee, who had been an indifferent lover. Great was his disappointment, therefore, when Oboo claimed the girl. “For,” said Oboo, “I rescued her when about to be slain by Hang-from-the-vines, capturing her from you both, as you had captured her from the Ammi in the first place. If she was yours then, she is mine now, and I will keep her.” This was too much for Ilo. Transported by rage he next sprang at Oboo; when a fiercer fight ensued than when they both fought against Hang-from-the-vines. Hair and blood flew; growls and bites came from both mouths; and, as when the Wind and Snow had recently engaged in battle, these mighty chiefs filled the air with confusion and wide-resounding thunders. But as Ilo fought for his one love, and Oboo for one of many, Ilo was successful, though he had not fought so often, or won so many victories as Oboo. He accordingly took possession of Sosee, and, crowned with two triumphs, hoped to enjoy her forever. But Oboo, being defeated, next resolved, in his double loss of honor and lover, to effect her destruction. Whom he could not win he would kill. This was more, however, from hatred of Ilo than anger at Sosee. He could not endure that another should take a woman, especially from him; and so he demanded her death as a punishment to Ilo, though ostensibly for treachery to the whole. Joining, therefore, in a conspiracy with one whom he had recently joined in a fight, he proposed to Hang-from-the-vines that they kill her whom he had just rescued from death. But Hang-from-the-vines was now in a changed mood, being unwilling to gratify his recent enemy even by his own success. “As you would not let me slay her,” he said, “you shall perpetuate your victory as a defeat, and see her another’s. Preventing her death when she was false to all, you shall not get me to kill her now because she is false only to you.”