"Not if you will help me, as friends should," said the frog. "One of you go to the turning stake and, when you see the coyote coming, give three jumps to show him that you are ahead. I will stay near the home stake and jump in ahead of him when he is coming back." The frog's friends agreed to help him.
The next day the coyote came to run the race. The frog was there, and at the appointed time they both started, but the frog gave only three jumps and then lay down on the grass to rest. The coyote ran very fast; and, as he did not see the frog, he thought him far behind. As he neared the turning post, he saw the frog jump three times in front of him.
"Oh, this is strange," said the coyote; "I did not see you pass me. But I will beat you home."
He ran as fast as he could, but when he came in sight of the home stake, there was the frog making the three last jumps.
Then the coyote ran away in disgust.
"The frog was not a gentleman," commented Antonio, "for he was acting a lie."
"Your Señora Madre calls," said Tecla; "we must go to her. God willing, to-morrow I will tell you about another frog,—and he was not a gentleman either."
