Directly the door had closed on the Bad One the boy ran in, pulled down a bag of gold from the beam, and tucked it under his left arm. Next he unhooked the little bridge and put it under his right. He did not try to escape, as most boys of his age would have done, for the wisdom put into his mind by the good spirits taught him that before he could reach the river and make use of the bridge the Bad One would have tracked him by his footsteps and been upon him. So, making himself very small and thin, he hid himself behind a pile of buffalo skins in the corner, first tearing a slit through one of them, so that he could see what was going on. He had hardly settled himself when the servant entered the room, and, as she did so, the last bag of gold on the beam fell to the ground—for they had begun to fall directly the boy had taken the first one. She cried to her master that someone had stolen both the bag and the bridge, and the Bad One rushed in, mad with anger, and bade her go and seek for footsteps outside, that they might find out where the thief had gone. In a few minutes she returned, saying that he must be in the house, as she could not see any footsteps leading to the river, and began to move all the furniture in the room, without discovering Ball Carrier. “But he must be here somewhere,” she said to herself, examining for the second time the pile of buffalo skins; and Ball-Carrier, knowing that he could not possibly escape now, hastily wished that the Bad One should be unable to eat any more food at present. “Ah, there is a slit in this one,” cried the servant, shaking the skin; “and here he is.” And she pulled out Ball-Carrier, looking so lean and small that he would hardly have made a mouthful for a sparrow. “Was it you who took my gold and bridge?” asked the Bad One. “Yes,” answered Ball-Carrier, “it was I who took them.” The Bad One made a sign to the woman, who inquired where he had hidden them. He lifted his left arm where the gold was, and she picked up a knife and scraped his skin so that no gold should be left sticking to it. “What have you done with the bridge?” said she. And he lifted his right arm, from which she took the bridge, while the Bad One looked on, well pleased. “Be sure that he does not run away,” chuckled he. “Boil some water, and get him ready for cooking, while I go and invite my friends the water-demons to the feast.” The woman seized Ball-Carrier between her finger and thumb, and was going to carry him to the kitchen, when the boy spoke: “I am very lean and small now,” he said, “hardly worth the trouble of cooking; but if you were to keep me two days, and gave me plenty of food, I should get big and fat. As it is, your friends the water-demons would think you meant to laugh at them, when they found that I was the feast.” “Well, perhaps you are right,” answered the Bad One; “I will keep you for two days.” And he went out to visit the water-demons.