Suppose, Tayoga, you pray to Tododaho and Areskoui for it and also project your mind so forcibly in the direction of your wish that the wish will come true." "It is well not to push one's favor too far," replied Tayoga gravely.
"The heavens are too bright and shining now for rain.

Moreover, if one should pray every day for help, Tododaho and Areskoui would grow tired of giving it.

I think, however, that we have covered our traces well, and the chance of discovery here by our enemies is remote." They put away the moose meat on a high ledge in the cave, and sat down again to wait.

Tayoga's wound was healing rapidly.

The miracle for which he had hoped was happening.