But the Sioux and the Pawnees kept on fighting, and the boy stood around and watched the battle.  And at last he said to himself, “I have been four times and have killed four Sioux, and I am all right, I am not hurt anywhere; why may I not go again?” So he jumped on the dun horse, and charged again.  But when he got among the Sioux, one Sioux warrior drew an arrow and shot.  The arrow struck the dun horse behind the forelegs and pierced him through.  And the horse fell down dead.  But the boy jumped off, and fought his way through the Sioux, and ran away as fast as he could to the Pawnees.  Now, as soon as the horse was killed, the Sioux said to each other:  “This horse was like a man.  He was brave.  He was not like a horse.”  And they took their knives and hatchets, and hacked the dun horse and gashed his flesh, and cut him into small pieces.

The Pawnees and Sioux fought all day long, but toward night the Sioux broke and fled.

IV

The boy felt very badly that he had lost his horse; and, after the fight was over, he went out from the village to where it had taken place, to mourn for his horse.  He went to the spot where the horse lay, and gathered up all the pieces of flesh, which the Sioux had cut off, and the legs and the hoofs, and put them all together in a pile.  Then he went off to the top of a hill near by, and sat down and drew his robe over his head, and began to mourn for his horse.

As he sat there, he heard a great wind-storm coming up, and it passed over him with a loud rushing sound, and after the wind came a rain.  The boy looked down from where he sat to the pile of flesh and bones, which was all that was left of his horse, and he could just see it through the rain.  And the rain passed by, and his heart was very heavy, and he kept on mourning.

And pretty soon came another rushing wind, and after it a rain; and as he looked through the driving rain toward the spot where the pieces lay, he thought that they seemed to come together and take shape, and that the pile looked like a horse lying down, but he could not see well for the thick rain.

After this came a third storm like the others; and now when he looked toward the horse he thought he saw its tail move from side to side two or three times, and that it lifted its head from the ground.  The boy was afraid, and wanted to run away, but he stayed.

And as he waited, there came another storm.  And while the rain fell, looking through the rain, the boy saw the horse raise himself up on his forelegs and look about.  Then the dun horse stood up.

V

The boy left the place where he had been sitting on the hilltop, and went down to him.  When the boy had come near to him, the horse spoke and said:  “You have seen how it has been this day; and from this you may know how it will be after this.  But Ti-ra’-wa has been good, and has let me come back to you.  After this, do what I tell you; not any more, not any less.”  Then the horse said:  “Now lead me off, far away from the camp, behind that big hill, and leave me there to-night, and in the morning come for me;” and the boy did as he was told.