Sometimes it seemed as though Little Brother would be killed, but finally he was able to scalp the poor water-baby and get possession of the beautiful sunshine-golden-hair.

Every one can see where this fight occurred.

The red hill near Emerald Bay stands as a memorial of the struggle, for its color is caused by the blood of the slain water-baby.
Tucking his prize in his hunting shirt and hugging it close, Little Brother now went on, murmuring to himself, "Oh, my brother like this, my brother like this beautiful golden-sunshine-hair!" But suddenly, as he was climbing upward, he noticed the water lapping at his heels, and when he turned to see whence it came, he found that the big lake behind him was rapidly rising, and even as he stood wondering, it arose above his ankles.
Then he remembered what he had heard of revengeful water-babies, but frightened though he was, he could not bear to throw away his prize.

However, he knew he must do something, so he plucked out a few hairs from the scalp and threw them into the ascending waves.

For a minute the water ceased to rise and he sped onward, but before long he felt the water at his heels again, and knew that once more he must gain a short respite by throwing out a few of the golden-sunshine-hairs.
And ever and again he had to do this until at last he spied his brother ahead of him.