e same fate overtook the next arrow, and the next. Still
the warrior shot bravely on, but as each one came near the monster he
waved his ears and blew it aside. At last every arrow had been spent,
and the Windmaker was uninjured. There was nothing for the young
warrior to do but to go back and tell of his failure. Sadly he turned
away, and after many days' travelling he arrived at the camp, faint
with hunger, and with bare and bleeding feet.

The chief smiled proudly as he saw him. "Welcome, my son," he said.
"Do not feel sad. You have done nobly, and have proven to me how great
a warrior you are. You shall be my son, and I am proud to call you
that."

After the wedding feast that night, the chief told the Indians that on
the morrow he was going to the mountain to see if he could kill the
Windmaker.

When they heard this, there was great weeping, and they begged him not
to go. But he was firm, so they said, "Then we shall go with you.
Where our chief goes, we go too, and we shall watch you fight this
wicked one."

So, after many days' travelling, they all reached the foot of the great
mountain where the Windmaker lived. Looking up, they could see him
just as Broken Arrow had told them they would. The chief turned to
them and said, "My children, you must remain here at the foot of this
mountain, while I climb up to the top. There is no use in trying to
shoot this great monster, for he will but blow my arrows away, so I
must climb up and strike him with my tomahawk."

Again they begged him not to go, but again he was firm, and they sadly
watched him begin to climb up the rocky side of the mountain. Little
by little, he ascended the steep, rough hill, until at last he was
almost at the feet of the Windmaker. All this time the monster had
been perfectly still. Then suddenly, just as the chief was within
reach of him, he waved both his ears, and a terrible gale tore down the
mountain side, carrying rocks and stones with it. It caught the chief,
lifted him off his feet and carried him down. When he reached the
bottom he lay as if insensible for a few moments. Then, recovering his
breath, he began to climb again. Once more the Windmaker let him
nearly reach his feet before he made a movement. This time he sent a
current of air against a large boulder resting on a narrow ledge. The
chief leaped just in time, for it fell with a terrible noise on the
very spot where he had stood.

Angered by this, the