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night in deep mourning. Early in the morning he came back to his 

 tipi and saw that his arrows had been scattered again. "I am sorry 

 that somebody comes in and bothers my arrows," said he mournfully. 



Thinking seriously by his wife's death-bed, he guessed that it 

 yixist be his child, for his wife had to give birth. So he decided to go 

 put behind his tipi and weep there, covering his head, to make his 

 /weeping seem at a great distance. So he went out and stayed behind 

 his tipi and wept bitterly. Sure enough, there were boys calling each 

 other for a game of arrows. "Say, brother Spring-Boy, come out and 

 let us have a game again. Our father is gone," said By-the-Door. 

 The twins were at the game and each tried to excel. The father was 

 weeping, but at the same time listening attentively to his boys then 

 playing inside. He ceased and walked briskly to the door, and at once 

 jumped in and caught By-the-Door. 



By-the-Door screamed loudly and fought his father, whom he 

 scratched and bit so that he bled at spots. "Say, my dear boy, please 

 yield to me. I am so glad to get you, for it is unexpected. Stop cry- 

 ing unnecessarily. See your things, arrows and clothing in the bags 

 and parfleches," said he earnestly. Finally By-the-Door yielded and 

 ceased' crying and became a good child. So the father and child spent 

 the night together and ate together. 



"Well, my dear boy, since we are somewhat bereaved yet, and 

 since it is for our benefit, I want you to call your brother out of the 

 spring and challenge him to play a game of arrows. When you are 

 in the heat of the game, try and allow him to win a number of times. 

 Then, if your arrow slightly touches another and he raises that for 

 dispute, insist that you won it. If he disagrees with you, let him stoop 

 down and see for himself," said the father. 



When his brother called him for a game, Spring-Boy told his broth- 

 er that he would not come because his father had caught him. But By- 

 the-Door insisted on a final game and succeeded in enticing his brother 

 to come in. 



"Say, Spring-Boy, I am perfectly sure that my arrow touches yours. 

 Just look at that little string of sinew floating in the air. Now watch 

 it carefully. Don't you see that it surely touches your arrow," said 

 By-the-Door, in an earnest voice. "Oh, no! You are mistaken, for 

 the arrow does not really touch mine. You can see throus^'h without 

 difficulty. One could travel with his tipi through that space. Just 

 look at it yourself, By-the-Door ! I am right !" said Spring-Boy, look- 

 ing very wild and very cautious. "Oh, pshaw! brother, stoop down 

 and see it. I tell you that I won, for that sinew string is on top of your 



