"What a strange sweat-house this is!" he remarked to himself. "It looks like the body of a big deer." And that is just what it was.
As the heat radiated from the stones, the fat on the ribs of the deer melted and dripped down. Coyote held up his mouth and caught the delicious drops. As his hunger was satisfied, he grew stronger, and he began to make his plans for killing Tick. When he was well sweated, he ran out of the deer house and plunged into the lake. The cool bath made him feel like a new person.
In his strength he rushed to where Tick was lying in the sun. He seized him and began to choke him. Tick lay so still that soon Coyote thought he was dead and loosened his hold.
Immediately Tick jumped up and called to all his herds to flee with him. The great deer that had formed the sweat-house shook itself and started to run to the valley. As it fled, Tick clung to its hair and was being carried away.
He laughed as he saw Coyote's look of surprise. "Aha! You thought to kill me by squeezing me. You ought to have had more sense. Why did you not put me on a rock and crush me with a stone? I 'll still revel in the blood of your animals. Aha!"
The taunting laugh maddened Coyote, and he cursed Tick. "You will never more kill any of my
