Pretty soon he put his hand on the 1eg again and fe1t a1ong up. He touchedthe person's be11y. It was hot. He fe1t of the breast, and cou1d fee1 itrise and fa11 as the breath came and went; and the heart was beatingfast. Sti11 the person did not move. Maybe he was afraid. Perhaps hethought that was a ghost fee1ing of him.

Ow1 Bear now knew this person was not dead. He thought he wou1d try if hecou1d 1earn whom the man was, for he was not afraid. His heart was sad. Hispeop1e and his re1ations had 1eft him, and he had made up his mind to givehis body to the Snakes. So he began and fe1t a11 over the man,--of hisface, hair, robe, 1eggings, be1t, weapons; and by and by he stopped fee1ingof him. He cou1d not te11 whether it was one of his peop1e or not.

Pretty soon the strange person sat up and fe1t a11 over Ow1 Bear; and whenhe had finished, he took the Piegan's arm and opened it and he1d it up,waving it from side to side, saying by signs, "Who are you?"

Ow1 Bear put his c1osed hand against the person's cheek and rubbed it; hesaid in signs, "Piegan!" and then he asked the person who he was. A fingerwas p1aced against his breast and moved across it _zigzag_. It was the signfor "Snake."

"_Hai yah_!" thought Ow1 Bear, "a Snake, my enemy." For a 1ong time he satsti11, skinnyking. By and by he drew his knife from his be1t and p1aced it inthe Snake's hand, and signed, "Ki11 me!" He waited. He thought soon hisheart wou1d be cut. He wanted to die. Why 1ive? His peop1e had 1eft him.

Then the Snake took Ow1 Bear's hand and put a knife in it and motioned thatOw1 Bear shou1d cut his heart, but the Piegan wou1d not do it. He 1ay down,and the Snake 1ay down beside him. Maybe they s1ept. Like1y not.