'Ho! brothers, wait for me--do not run away. There are two fine men
on the other side of this hill, and they are quarrelling. They will
surely fight unless we stop them. It all started over you two Bulls,
too. One of the men says you are fat and fine, and the other claims
you are poor and skinny. Don't let our brothers fight over such a
foolish thing as that. It would be wicked. Now I can decide it, if
you will let me feel all over you to see if you are fat or poor. Then
I will go back to the men and settle the trouble by telling them the
truth. Stand still and let me feel your sides--quick, lest the fight
begin while I am away.'

"'All right,' said the Bulls, 'but don't you tickle us.' Then OLD-man
walked up close and commenced to feel about the Bulls' sides; but his
heart was bad. From his robe he slipped his great knife, and slyly
felt about till he found the spot where the heart beats, and then
stabbed the knife into the place, clear up to the hilt.

"Both of the Bulls died right away, and OLD-man laughed at the trick he
had played upon them. Then he gave a knife to both of his hands, and
said:

"'Get to work, both of you! Skin these Bulls while I sit here and boss
you.'

"Both hands commenced to skin the Buffalo, but the right hand was much
the swifter worker. It gained upon the left hand rapidly, and this
made the left hand angry. Finally the left hand called the right hand
'dog-face.' That is the very worst thing you can call a person in our
language, you know, and of course it made the right hand angry. So
crazy and angry was the right hand that it stabbed the left hand, and
then they began to fight in earnest.

"Both cut and slashed till blood covered the animals they were
skinning. All this fighting hurt OLD-man badly, of course, and he
commenced to cry, as women do sometimes. This stopped the fight; but
still OLD-man cried, till, drying his tears, he saw a Red Fox sitting
near the Bulls, watching him. 'Hi, there, you--go away from there! If
you want meat you go and kill it, as I did.'

"Red Fox laughed--'Ha!--Ha!--Ha!--foolish OLD-man--Ha!--ha!' Then he
ran away and told the other Foxes and the Wolves and the Coyotes about
OLD-man's meat. Told them that his own hands couldn't get along with
themselves and that it would be easy to steal it from him.

"They all followed the Red Fox back to the place where OLD-man was, and
there they ate all of the meat--every bit, and polished the