Discovering one gone, he thought his brother must have eaten it and was about to eat one himself when he saw the old spider stick his head out of the hole.
Each made a spring, but the Hunter Brother was the quicker and killed the wicked spider with his knife.
Carefully he now went into the spider's hole.

There, stretched out on the ground, lay Little Brother _dead_! Taking him up in his arms, he carried him outside.

Now this Hunter Brother was a _medicine-man_ of great power, so he lay down with Little Brother and breathed into his mouth and in a few minutes he came back to life and was all right.[1] The Hunter Brother was very happy to have his Little Brother alive again.

He built up the fire and while they sat eating their long-delayed meal Little Brother told all that had happened to him.
[Footnote 1: Susan who was telling this story offered no reason why he had not restored Duck, his own wife, to life.] The sun was quite above the horizon before the meal was finished, and soon Hunter Brother was anxious to be moving on, so they took their way along the lake shore.

On their way they talked and laughed one with another and seemed to agree very well, until they had gone around the lake and reached where Tahoe City now is.