"There will be some part where he has not rubbed the medicine," was
Yakaga's reply. "We will destroy him through that part. It may be his
ears. Very well; we will thrust a spear in one ear and out the other. Or
it may be his eyes. Surely the medicine will be much too strong to rub
on his eyes."

The chief nodded. "You are wise, Yakaga. If he possesses no other devil-
things, we will then destroy him."

Subienkow did not waste time in gathering the ingredients for his
medicine, he selected whatsoever came to hand such as spruce needles, the
inner bark of the willow, a strip of birch bark, and a quantity of moss-
berries, which he made the hunters dig up for him from beneath the snow.
A few frozen roots completed his supply, and he led the way back to camp.

Makamuk and Yakaga crouched beside him, noting the quantities and kinds
of the ingredients he dropped into the pot of boiling water.

"You must be careful that the moss-berries go in first," he explained.

"And--oh, yes, one other thing--the finger of a man. Here, Yakaga, let
me cut off your finger."

But Yakaga put his hands behind him and scowled.

"Just a small finger," Subienkow pleaded.

"Yakaga, give him your finger," Makamuk commanded.