Wus was near by; he heard Coltz talking and he listened. He thought: “I wonder what that old man is saying.” He waited, heard Coltz say the same words again, then he said: “Hach! hach! hach!” and ran a little nearer. He heard the same words a third time, then he scratched his head and thought hard. “I believe that old man has killed an elk,” said he. Then he called out: “Hach! hach! hach!” ran right up in front of Coltz, and asked: “Old man, what did you say?” “I didn’t say anything; I’m hunting for a stone to sharpen my arrows with.” Coltz was terribly scared. “No,” said Wus, “you said you had nothing to skin Wŏn with. I’ll lend you my knife, if you will tell me where your elk is.” “I haven’t any elk. I was just talking to myself, and making believe I had one.” “You have killed an elk. Tell me where it is, and I’ll help you cut it up. You are an old man, but I am young; I will skin the elk for you.” “I haven’t any elk. How could I kill a big elk? I have no bow or arrows.” “You are wise,” said Wus. “You have power; you can do anything. You are a big man.” Coltz began to feel proud. At last he said: “Come and see what a big elk I have killed.” When Wus saw the elk, he said: “Now, Coltz, let’s play a game. We’ll run and try to jump over the elk. The one that jumps best and farthest will have him.” Wus had made Coltz think he could do anything. “How far shall we jump?” asked Coltz. “Not far,” said Wus. Coltz said “Chi! Chi! Chi!” and ran. He jumped and fell on top of the elk. Wus tried; he hit the elk and fell back. (He was fooling Coltz.) Wus said: “We’ll try again; I’m sure you will beat.” “It is mine, anyhow,” said Coltz. Wus ran first, hit the elk, and fell back. Coltz landed on top of the elk. “You’ll beat,” said Wus. “What will you bet?” asked Coltz. “I’ll bet my knife; then the elk and knife will be yours, and you will have something to skin the elk with.” Coltz was glad. He wanted the knife. “This is the last time,” said Wus. “If neither of us get over, we will divide.” Wus ran hard this time, jumped, and went over. Coltz came down on the elk. “The elk is mine!” said Wus. “Let’s try again,” said Coltz. Wus jumped over six times, then he said: “I am through jumping. The elk is mine.” “Won’t you give me a piece?” asked Coltz. “Give me the heart.” “Go away,” said Wus. “If you make me mad, I’ll kill you. This is my elk. I want it all.” “Give me a little piece of the fat,” begged Coltz. Wus drove him away, but he came back. Wus jumped on him, took a stone and pounded him till he thought he was dead. Then he divided the meat, said: “This is for my mother; this is for my children; this is for myself.”