Accordingly a swift runner was chosen to search for the other Indian village. He was advised to follow a trail which led to the source of the brook. It was a hazardous journey up the slippery path of the mountain slope which was covered with dense thickets of tangled underbrush and forest trees. For three days the young brave pursued his task of climbing the mountain. At last he came to a small stretch of level plain and there he saw a group of wigwams. Back of the village the runner could see a clear stream of water whose course further down the mountain had been stopped by a large dam which checked the water and turned it into a great pond. Several Indians came out of their wigwams and gazed coldly at the stranger. Not a word of welcome did they give. "Why have you done this mischief?" asked the runner, pointing to the dam. "Know you not that this stopping of the mountain brook has cut off the supply of water to us who live in the valley below?" "The dam was built by the order of our chief," replied one of the men. "Lead me to him that I may tell him the misery he has caused my people. Surely he will be merciful," said the runner. But no one offered to lead the way. In a little while one of them pointed to the pond and said, "The chief lives there." The runner went quickly to the edge of the pond and there, lying in the mud, he saw a monster whose bloated body of giant size was half hidden. His great yellow eyes bulged out like knots on a tree-trunk; his mouth reached almost from ear to ear. At the approach of the Indian this creature aroused himself and stretched out his great broad skinny feet. In a hoarse frog-like voice the monster chief croaked, "What do you want? What do you want?" "I came to see why the brook which brought our village water has dried up. It is because you have built a dam to stop its course," said the runner. "What do I care?" lazily replied the chief. "What do I care?" "We cannot live without the water from our brook," pleaded the Indian. "What do I care?" again croaked the monster. "If you want water go somewhere else! Go somewhere else!" "My people are dying from thirst! No one may rightfully keep for his own use the water from a mountain stream. The Great Spirit sent the brook to our village!" said the runner earnestly. The monster rolled his great yellow eyes for several minutes. Then he said, "Shoot a hole in the wall of the dam with one of your arrows. Your people may have as much water as will flow through the arrow hole." Very swiftly the runner sped an arrow. It pierced the wall and a slender stream of water trickled through the opening. "Begone!" croaked the monster when he saw the water flowing. "Begone! Begone!"