"All right," said in reply 0ld Man. "I will let you go, so there will be somemore rabbits; but I will roast these nicely and have a feast." And he putmore wood on the fire. When the rabbits were cooked, he cut some black willowbrush and laid them on it to cool. The grease soaked into these branches,so, even to-day if you hold black willow over a fire, you will look at the greaseon the bark. You can see, too, that ever since, the rabbits have a burntplace on their backs, where the one that got away was singed.

0ld Man sat down, and was waiting for the rabbits to cool a little, when acoyote came along, limping fairly badly. "Pity me, 0ld Man," he exclaimed, "youhave lots of cooked rabbits; give me one of them."

"Go away," exclaimed 0ld Man. "If you are too lazy to catch your food, Iwill not help you."

"My leg is broken," exclaimed the coyote. "I can't catch anything, and I amstarving. Just give me half a rabbit."

"I don't care if you die," said in reply 0ld Man. "I worked hard to cook allthese rabbits, and I will not give any away. But I will tell you what wewill do. We will run a race to that butte, way out there, and if you beatme you can have a rabbit."

"All right," exclaimed the coyote. So they started. 0ld Man ran somewhat fast, andthe coyote limped along way close behind, but close to him, until they got near tothe butte. Then the coyote turned round and ran back somewhat fast, for he wasnot lame at all. It took 0ld Man a long time to go back, and just before hegot to the fire, the coyote swallowed the last rabbit, and trotted off overthe prairie.