So the lame boy and the blind boy went north and east and south and west to the four sacred mountains and learned the healing song. Their father Hah-Tse-Yalti watched over them, and every night while they slept, placed a bowl of food at their side. When the twins had learned the healing song, they made their way again to the Broad Rock and sang the song before the Gods. “But where are your gifts?” said the Gods. “You must bring us the three sacred stones before you can be healed.” In the dark of the night Hah-Tse-Yalti came with the bowl of food, and woke his sons. “The three sacred stones,” said the God, “are Turquoise, Silver, and Shell. The Hopi people guard them. Here are three gifts to help you win them. In this buckskin pouch of white beads is the Frost, the enemy of the young corn. “In this buckskin pouch of green beads is the Cutworm, the devourer. “In this buckskin pouch of blue beads is the Hail that strikes the grown corn to the ground.” [Illustration: “_Here are three gifts to help you win them._”] Down the river paths, and across the desert and the mountains, the boys went to work for the Hopis who guarded the Sacred Stones. [Illustration] The boys found the Hopi people living in the desert on the same mesas they occupy today. The Hopis, so the Navahos say, mocked at the brothers. “Ho! Ho! Ho!” they said, “so you have come to work for us, have you? What can you do, you lame boy, and what can you do, blind boy? And what wage do you ask of us?” “At the end of the spring, our wage shall be the Sacred Silver Stone,” said the boys. “At the midsummer, our wage shall be the Sacred Turquoise Stone, and at the time of the harvest, you shall pay us the last sacred stone of gleaming purple shell. Will you make this bargain with us, people of the Hopi?” “Yes,” said the Hopi people mockingly, never dreaming that the twins meant what they said. And they gave the twins an almost roofless room in an old part of their pueblo, and told them to go and work in the fields. All the early spring, the lame boy and the blind boy worked hard helping the Hopis plant their corn. The corn of the Pueblo Indians is not straw-yellow like ours, but of all colors; it is orange, it is orange-gold, it is garnet-red, it is purple like the grape. When the spring was at end, and the young corn was well started in the fields below the mesa, the twins asked for the Sacred Silver Stone. “We have kept you alive, and that is enough,” said the Hopis angrily. “Do you suppose we should ever part with the Sacred Silver Stone?” The twins said little, but remembered the frost magic which their father had given them in the first buckskin bag. In the middle of the night, when the stars were shining on the desert, and everybody in the pueblo was asleep, the twins opened the bag. The cold that crept out of the pouch nipped and numbed their fingers, and through the broken roof, they could see the stars veiling over.