Little Eagle had thought of the danger of an enemy stumbling onto his trail. Wherever they camped, there would be danger of someone finding them. Here was the added danger that the trail leading to their camp would be found.
“I’ll try to carry you,” he offered.
“I’ll lean on you and walk,” Angry Wolf replied.
Little Eagle kicked dirt over the fire. He brushed about the camping place with a small branch. It wasn’t possible to hide the signs that they had been there, but by brushing over the ground, Little Eagle made it difficult for anyone to judge how long they had been gone.
Angry Wolf had difficulty walking. The first two or three steps he was able to go by placing his hand lightly on Little Eagle’s shoulder. He rapidly grew weaker and had to lean heavily on Little Eagle. They went slowly, stopping often to rest. The day was half gone by the time they reached the stream. Angry Wolf was so exhausted that he sprawled on the ground and immediately fell asleep.
The next few days were busy ones for Little Eagle. Twice a day he made a scouting trip around their camp. He built a lean-to which would protect them in case of a storm. He brought the rest of the meat into camp and tied it in a nearby tree. Whenever he could find time, he added to the supply of firewood.
Angry Wolf gained strength slowly. The first two days after his long walk to camp, he spent most of the time sleeping. The third day he managed to walk to the creek for water. That evening the poultice fell from his wound. When Little Eagle looked at the wound, he found that it was completely closed.
“In another day or two I’ll be able to travel,” Angry Wolf said confidently.
“I’m sure you will,” Little Eagle agreed.
The fourth morning Little Eagle started the day by making his usual scouting trip. He crossed the stream and went south to the first row of hills. As he was going up the hill, he stopped and sniffed the air. The wind was blowing from the other side of the hill toward him. It carried a faint odor of wood smoke. He used all the skill he had to reach the top of the hill without giving warning to whoever was on the other side of it.
His first glance from the top of the hill showed him that there was no one camping in the valley below. There were only two trees in the valley. The branches on them were so high that Little Eagle would have been able to see any camp under them. But the smell of smoke was stronger.
“The camp must be across the hill on the other side of this valley,” Little Eagle told himself.
Little Eagle looked doubtfully at the valley below him. If he crossed it to climb the hill on the other side, he would have to walk in the open. He shook his head. Since enemies were so near, he would have to be very careful. The best plan would be to circle to the left where he could stay in the protection of trees.
It took him a long time to circle through the trees to a place where he could look down into the valley. When he saw the camp, he knew it belonged to Pawnees. Most of the tepees were hidden from him by trees, so he couldn’t count them and learn how many warriors were in the party. The cooking fire was in the open where he could see it. Several warriors were gathered around it. Little Eagle saw two of the men leave the campfire and go toward the grove of trees west of camp. When he looked in that direction, he saw horses grazing. There were at least twenty horses in sight, and others were hidden from him by the grove.
Little Eagle watched the two warriors. He saw them start to drive the horses toward camp. If the horses were being brought in, it must mean that the warriors were ready to leave. Yet, when Little Eagle glanced back toward the fire, the men were still sitting there. It seemed that they were waiting for something or someone. A couple of men got up to go help the two with the horses, but no one seemed to be in a hurry.
While Little Eagle was wondering if he should try to get closer to the camp, a rider came dashing toward it from the east. The man jumped off his horse and spoke excitedly to the others. The warriors suddenly sprang into action. In a few moments every warrior had caught a horse and was mounted. At a signal from the man who had ridden into camp, all of the warriors dashed off in the direction from which the rider had come.
Little Eagle understood their actions as well as if he had heard them talking. The rider who had dashed into camp was a buffalo scout. He had found a large herd of buffaloes near camp and was leading the warriors to the hunt. If the buffaloes had been far from camp, some warrior would have been given the job of bringing the herd of pack horses. The pack horses would be needed to bring the meat into camp.
Little Eagle looked longingly at the herd of horses. If Angry Wolf and he had two of them, they could safely risk the long journey across the prairie. Little Eagle was confident he could get two horses, since no warrior had been left to guard the herd. By the time the Pawnees had finished killing and butchering buffaloes, he and Angry Wolf could have half a sun’s start. But Angry Wolf wasn’t strong enough to do the hard riding they must do to escape.
Little Eagle turned away and hurried back to camp.
“What did you learn?” Angry Wolf asked as Little Eagle came into sight.
For a moment Little Eagle looked at his friend in surprise. Did Angry Wolf have the power to look into his mind as Clawing Bear had done? Little Eagle smiled at his own foolishness. He had been gone longer than usual. He had hurried back into camp. These things had told Angry Wolf that he had discovered something.
“There is a party of Pawnee hunters,” Little Eagle answered.
“Are they coming this way?” Angry Wolf asked quietly.
Little Eagle shook his head.
“They found a herd of buffaloes near their camp,” he answered. “They’re hunting now.”
“It is too bad that you couldn’t have taken two of their horses,” Angry Wolf said thoughtfully. “We would have had a chance to escape.”
“I could have taken two,” Little Eagle answered. “The horses that the warriors weren’t riding were left unguarded in camp. I didn’t take them because I was afraid you weren’t strong enough to ride as hard as we would need to ride in order to escape.”
“I could ride,” Angry Wolf said. “However, it would be too dangerous for you to try to get the horses. It is likely that someone would catch you at it.”
“I could still get them before the warriors returned from hunting,” Little Eagle insisted.
“It might be our last chance to get horses,” Angry Wolf said thoughtfully.
“I am going to get horses for us,” Little Eagle said, suddenly making up his mind.
“It is too dangerous,” Angry Wolf repeated. “There is some danger you have overlooked.”
“When the Pawnees have finished dressing the buffaloes they have killed, they will cure the meat before leaving their camp,” Little Eagle pointed out. “While the meat is curing, the Pawnees will have time to scout. They are sure to find our camp. There is a danger that I have seen.”
Angry Wolf smiled.
“You are learning to be a good leader,” he said. “If you think you can get horses for us, I am willing that you try.”
Little Eagle whirled around to leave camp. Before he had gone a dozen steps, he turned back to Angry Wolf.
“How would you take the horses?” he asked. “You have had more lessons from our teacher than I have had.”
“First I would make a scouting trip to be sure that the Pawnees will be hunting long enough for us to get a safe start before they discover the loss of their horses,” Angry Wolf answered thoughtfully. “When I had the horses, I’d ride straight here.”
A confident smile touched the corners of Little Eagle’s mouth.
“I will get the horses,” he vowed.
“From here we’ll leave a crooked trail,” Angry Wolf said with equal confidence.
Instead of taking a direct route back to the Pawnee camp, Little Eagle made a circle. This took him to the valley where he was sure the Pawnees were hunting. Before he reached the top of the hill which formed the boundary of the valley, Little Eagle could feel the ground trembling. The Pawnees must have found a tremendous herd of buffaloes.
From the top of the hill he could see the progress of the hunt. The far end of the valley was covered by the fleeing herd. Some of the buffaloes had crossed the hill and were out of sight. Already the valley was dotted with the carcasses of slain buffaloes. The Pawnees were still riding into the herd, selecting young cows to be slain and added to the supply of meat.
Little Eagle knew how Sioux hunters would do if they were on this hunt. They would kill as many buffaloes as they could use. As soon as they had enough, each hunter would start dressing those he had killed. As Little Eagle watched, a Pawnee hunter stopped his horse, dismounted, and started skinning one of the buffaloes he had killed. Another warrior, and another, turned back to the slain buffaloes until the whole party of hunters was busy skinning and dressing buffaloes.
Little Eagle waited only long enough to make sure that no warrior was sent to bring the horses, before he turned toward the Pawnee camp. Little Eagle kept a sharp watch as he approached the horses. He could have made a mistake when he watched the hunters leave the camp. A warrior might have been left to watch the horses.
As soon as he was sure there was no one watching the herd, Little Eagle went straight to the horses. A few of them moved away from him, but most of them continued grazing. He selected the two that he thought were the best in the herd. He jumped onto the back of one of them and took the halter rope of the other.
Little Eagle made no attempt to hide his trail. Angry Wolf had said they would make a crooked trail when they left camp. There had been many lessons about how to hide a trail. Angry Wolf probably knew most of the tricks.
When Little Eagle rode into camp, Angry Wolf was ready to leave. He had made a bundle of the small piece of meat left from the deer Little Eagle had shot. He had dug up the deer hide and washed it in the stream. Little Eagle noticed that Angry Wolf had brushed around the camping place with a tree branch and had even scooped up the coals from the fire and dumped them into the stream. When the Pawnees trailed the horses to this camp, they would learn little about how many had camped there or how long they had been gone.
Little Eagle took the package of meat and the deer hide. He watched anxiously as Angry Wolf climbed onto the back of the other horse. Ordinarily, Little Eagle would have tossed the halter rope to Angry Wolf before he started to mount. This time he held it until Angry Wolf was safely on his horse.
“We’ll follow the trail the Crows made,” Little Eagle called to his companion as they started off.
Little Eagle took the path he had made when he had been carrying water to Angry Wolf. He had planned to turn toward the place where the Crow chiefs had camped. Before he reached the trail, he changed his mind. It might be easier to fool the Pawnees if they were led to believe their enemies were Crows.
Although his horse was eager to run, Little Eagle held it to a walk. He continually looked back over his shoulder to see how Angry Wolf was getting along. He was pleased to see that Angry Wolf was sitting erectly on his horse. He didn’t appear to be any more tired than he would have been in camp. At a place where the trail went over level ground, Angry Wolf brought his horse alongside that of Little Eagle.
“Did the Pawnees have many buffaloes?” Angry Wolf asked.
“Enough to feed a big camp many days,” Little Eagle replied. “The sun will be far down by the time they have all of them skinned and butchered.”
“That is good,” Angry Wolf said. “We’ll have a long start before they notice their loss. However, as soon as the Pawnees learn they have lost horses, they’ll send two or three trackers on our trail.”
Little Eagle shifted uneasily on his horse. There were many good trackers among the Sioux, but none so good as the Pawnees. Many times he had heard warriors tell about Pawnees following trails that it had seemed impossible for anyone to find.
As the sun began to slip down the western sky, Little Eagle lost some of his uneasiness. Angry Wolf was still riding erectly. Perhaps, if they had to increase their speed, Angry Wolf could stand the pace. At the top of each hill, both Angry Wolf and Little Eagle looked back down the trail. Each time they were relieved that there was no sign of pursuit. Before the sun went down, they stopped at the top of a high hill. Little Eagle jumped from his horse and climbed a tall tree. From there he could see a long way back. There was no sign of Pawnees.
The Crow trail turned into land that was much rougher. There were chains of steep hills with only narrow valleys between them. Every valley had a stream flowing through it. At each stream, Little Eagle considered riding up the stream where they would leave no tracks. Each time he decided that the farther he and Angry Wolf rode along the Crow trail, the more likely the Pawnees would be to turn back.
There was still daylight left when Little Eagle noticed that Angry Wolf was slumped over his horse’s neck. Evidently Angry Wolf had suddenly become so tired that he could scarcely stay on his horse. Once Little Eagle saw him grasp his horse’s mane to save himself from falling.
“We’ll have to make camp,” Little Eagle called to his friend.
“I think we have escaped,” Angry Wolf agreed. “Anyway I need rest.”
They were near the top of another of those high hills. When they reached the top, Little Eagle jumped from his horse and handed the halter rope to Angry Wolf.
“I’ll watch the trail for a while,” Little Eagle said. “You ride to the stream at the foot of the hill. We’ll camp there.”
As Angry Wolf rode ahead, Little Eagle found a place from which he could see back along the trail they had followed. In the dusk he couldn’t see far. Nevertheless, he felt he should watch for a while.
Little Eagle heard the Pawnees before he could see them. He could tell by the pound of hoofbeats that the Pawnees were riding hard. Evidently they weren’t afraid of riding into an ambush. Perhaps those expert trackers had found signs that told them they were following two boys.
Little Eagle had his first glimpse of the Pawnees when they stopped at the stream. He was relieved to see there were only two. One of the Pawnees dismounted and stepped across the stream. Since Little Eagle and Angry Wolf had made no effort to hide their trail, the Pawnee found it at once. The warrior signaled for the other Pawnee to bring the horses.
Little Eagle knew it was too late for him to run to Angry Wolf with a warning. The Pawnees would be upon them before they could mount. He had to stop the Pawnees. He saw a hiding place farther down the hill. While the Pawnee warrior was remounting, Little Eagle slipped to the hiding place he had selected.
By the time he had hidden himself, Little Eagle had decided how far he would let the Pawnees ride up the trail. He tried to control the shaking of his hands as he raised the bow. He aimed an arrow at the nearer Pawnee and slowly moved the bow to keep the arrow pointed at him as the warrior approached. This was a far more important shot than the one he had taken at the deer. If he had missed the deer, there would have been other chances later. If he missed the Pawnee, neither he nor Angry Wolf would escape.
The Pawnee was almost to the spot Little Eagle had decided upon as the limit. Little Eagle held his breath to steady his hands. He pulled the bowstring back. At the instant Little Eagle let the arrow fly, the warrior’s horse half stumbled. The arrow hit the Pawnee higher than Little Eagle had aimed, but it hit true enough to knock the Pawnee from his horse.
The other Pawnee acted so quickly that Little Eagle didn’t have a chance for another shot. The warrior wheeled his horse from the trail into the shelter of some tall bushes. Little Eagle leaned forward, trying to keep the Pawnee in sight. He was sure the warrior would get off his horse and try to sneak around him or would send his horse charging toward the spot from which the arrow had come. To Little Eagle’s amazement, the warrior rode out onto the trail beside his wounded companion. He jumped from his horse, picked the wounded man up, and placed him on his own horse. The wounded warrior’s horse was already trotting back down the trail. The Pawnee leaped on his horse behind his wounded companion and rode back the way he had come.
Little Eagle brought his bow up and took careful aim at the warrior’s back, but he didn’t let the arrow fly. He hadn’t supposed that anyone, unless perhaps a Sioux warrior, would have the courage to do what that Pawnee had done. While he despised himself for his weakness, he couldn’t shoot that brave warrior in the back. He gave a little sigh of relief when the warrior was out of sight and the chance to shoot him was gone.
When Little Eagle reached Angry Wolf, he found the other boy stretched out on the ground. Angry Wolf raised himself on one elbow as Little Eagle approached.
“What has happened?” he asked. “You were gone a long time.”
Little Eagle gave an account of what had occurred. He hesitated when he told about letting the second Pawnee escape.
“He was so brave I couldn’t shoot him in the back,” Little Eagle said in a shamed voice.
“I would have let him go too,” Angry Wolf admitted. “Not many warriors are that brave.”
“I wonder if the whole party of Pawnees will come after us now?” Little Eagle asked.
Angry Wolf was silent for a while. Little Eagle knew the other boy was thinking of the stories their teacher had told them around the campfire. Many of those stories had been about other tribes and the ways they fought.
“I suppose they will,” Angry Wolf said after a long pause. “The Pawnees will want to get revenge for the loss of their horses and especially for the wounded man.”
Little Eagle opened the package of meat. There were a couple of small pieces that had been cooked. He and Angry Wolf made a meal on those pieces. When they had finished eating, Angry Wolf stretched out on the ground to rest. Little Eagle started to get to his feet.
“Lie down and rest,” Angry Wolf ordered. “We will have to go on, but we should rest first. We will have time before the other Pawnees start.”
Although he wasn’t at all sure that the Pawnees wouldn’t be upon them at any moment, Little Eagle obeyed. He stretched out beside Angry Wolf and fell asleep. It seemed to him that he had scarcely closed his eyes when Angry Wolf touched him gently on the shoulder.
“I think we should ride on,” the older boy said. “We ought to follow this trail a short distance and then turn up one of the streams.”
Little Eagle caught the horses and brought them to where Angry Wolf was waiting. Slowly and painfully, Angry Wolf got to his feet. Little Eagle had to help him onto his horse.
Little Eagle led the way along the trail until they came to the third stream. Here he turned upstream. Both horses fought against the halter ropes, trying to get out of the cold water. When the animals found they wouldn’t be allowed to get out of the water, they went more rapidly. There were places where the horses sloshed through pools. At every step, water was splashed high into the air. Both Little Eagle and Angry Wolf were thoroughly soaked.
At every step water splashed high
At every step water splashed high
When he glanced back over his shoulder, Little Eagle saw Angry Wolf bent low on his horse’s neck. Little Eagle pulled his horse to a stop and motioned for Angry Wolf to take the lead. If Angry Wolf fell from his horse, Little Eagle wanted to be ready to save his friend.
The stream wound through steep, wooded hills. What little light the stars gave was almost entirely shut off by the trees. Little Eagle could see very little on either side of the stream. After they had ridden a long time, Little Eagle noticed a change. The hills were farther back from the stream and there were fewer trees on them. The farther he and Angry Wolf went, the fewer were the trees.
It seemed to Little Eagle that they must have been riding most of the night when he saw a tiny creek flowing into the stream they were following. He called softly for Angry Wolf to turn off into the creek. Angry Wolf obeyed without answering. They followed the creek until it ended abruptly in a gushing spring at the foot of a hill.
Angry Wolf waited and let Little Eagle lead the way. Little Eagle rode along the base of the hill until he came to a place where a narrow finger of a valley extended back into the hills. Here both riders dismounted. They turned the horses loose to graze. Little Eagle unfolded the deerskin and put the fur side down. Both he and Angry Wolf crawled under it and fell asleep at once.
Little Eagle awoke at daybreak. When he crawled out from under the deerskin, he saw that the grass was covered with a heavy layer of frost. He watched anxiously as Angry Wolf got to his feet. He noticed that in spite of yesterday’s hard travel, Angry Wolf seemed much stronger. He walked easily and held himself erect.
“You are almost well,” Little Eagle told him.
“I am strong enough to start our trip to the winter camp,” Angry Wolf agreed. “It is time we were starting,” he added, kicking at the heavy frost on the grass. “Old-man-of-the-north will soon send snow.”
“Snow will hide our trail from our enemies,” Little Eagle said.
“It will make traveling harder for us, too,” Angry Wolf replied.
The two boys went to explore the finger of the valley. They found it was a narrow, grassy glen with a few trees in the middle. It was ringed with steep hills. The only entrance was the one through which they had come.
“I wonder if it will be safe to start a fire and cook meat?” Angry Wolf asked.
Little Eagle noticed how differently Angry Wolf treated him from the way he had when they were planning to get horses from the Crows. Then, because he was older, Angry Wolf had wanted to make all the plans without asking Little Eagle’s advice. Now, he seemed to think that Little Eagle was the wiser and should decide what was to be done.
“It is dangerous, but we need food,” Little Eagle answered.
Little Eagle went back to the entrance where they had left the meat. By the time he returned, Angry Wolf had a small fire started. While Angry Wolf tended the fire, adding fuel slowly so there would be little smoke, Little Eagle cut the meat into slices. They cooked all of the meat and ate as much as they wanted. Little Eagle made a package of what was left. He covered the fire with dirt.
“Are you going to catch the horses so we can start on?” Angry Wolf asked.
“It will be better if we stay here today,” Little Eagle answered. “The Pawnees will come to look for us. I don’t think they will find the old trail we made. If we make a new one, they might find it.”
“I should have thought of that,” Angry Wolf said.
Little Eagle went back to the place where the glen opened into the main valley. He could see across the valley and to the tops of the hills on the other side. No one could go through the valley without being in sight.
Little Eagle heard the faint stir of footsteps in the grass behind him. As suddenly as a startled deer, he twisted aside and rolled over. At the same time he brought his bow up. He had an arrow pointed straight at Angry Wolf. He felt foolish as he lowered the bow. There had been a frightened look on Angry Wolf’s face. It gave way to a smile of admiration.
“You are becoming a warrior,” Angry Wolf said. “It will not be easy for an enemy to take you by surprise.”
“I don’t believe the Pawnees are coming,” Little Eagle said, thinking of the long journey to the winter camp and the need to get started at once.
“Maybe not,” Angry Wolf replied. “However, I think your first plan a good one. Besides, we need more rest. You go farther back and sleep. If I need you, I’ll toss a stone.”
Little Eagle took a couple of minutes to decide which would be the better plan. The heavy frost on the grass this morning was a warning that winter could not be far off. He and Angry Wolf had a long journey to make across the prairie before they reached winter camp. Perhaps they were being too cautious. It was the need for rest rather than the fear that the Pawnees would still come which decided him. He went back to where they had left the deerskin.
Although he was sure his thoughts would keep him awake, Little Eagle stretched out on the deerskin. He closed his eyes against the glare of the sun and fell asleep at once. He was awakened by the rattle of a small stone, falling in the grass near him.
Little Eagle crawled to a place beside Angry Wolf. He saw the two Pawnee scouts at once. They were riding up the trail on the other side of the creek. Little Eagle watched the scouts with a puzzled frown. The scouts didn’t seem to be watching for the place where their enemies had ridden out of the stream.
“They don’t act as though they’re looking for our trail,” Little Eagle whispered.
“I expect they know of a beaver dam farther up the stream,” Angry Wolf whispered back.
Little Eagle nodded. That was a likely explanation. If the beavers had made a dam across the stream farther up it, anyone riding upstream would have to go around it. The Pawnees must know of such a dam. They would ride there, expecting to pick up the trail again. It was lucky that he and Angry Wolf had turned off here.
The two Sioux watched the Pawnees until a bend in the valley hid them from view. Angry Wolf started to crawl away, but Little Eagle touched his arm to stop him. It wasn’t long until a party of Pawnee warriors rode into sight. Angry Wolf turned an admiring glance on Little Eagle.
“How did you know a party of warriors would follow those two Pawnee scouts?” he asked.
“You told me that was the way Pawnees followed a trail,” Little Eagle reminded him. “It is because you are so tired that you didn’t think of it,” he added. “Go back and sleep while I watch.”
Angry Wolf obeyed without protesting. Little Eagle kept his eyes on the bend in the valley where the Pawnees had disappeared. Little Eagle smiled to himself as he thought how surprised the Pawnee scouts would be when they reached the beaver dam and couldn’t find their enemies’ trail. He and Angry Wolf had certainly made a crooked trail.
The warm sun had wiped away the frost and dried the grass. For a while its heat made Little Eagle drowsy. Now some clouds rolled up and hid the sun. The wind was rising and it had a chilly edge. Little Eagle raised his eyes to study the clouds. He saw that it wouldn’t be long before rain started to fall.
His attention was drawn back to the trail by the faint drumming sound made by the hoofs of fast-running horses. The sound rapidly became plainer. Little Eagle picked up a small stone and tossed it back over his shoulder.
By the time Angry Wolf had crawled to Little Eagle’s side, the Pawnees were flying back down the trail. Three riderless horses raced ahead of the warriors. Little Eagle saw that the Pawnees were whipping their horses, trying to get them to go still faster. When he saw the big band of Crows come into sight around the bend, he understood why the Pawnees were fleeing.
There must have been fifty warriors in that band of pursuing Crows. The Crows were lashing their ponies as furiously as were the Pawnees. Three or four Crows were outdistancing the rest of the pursuers and drawing closer to the Pawnees.
Most of the Pawnees leaned low over their horses’ necks. One, at the rear of the group, suddenly straightened up. He half turned and, seemingly without taking aim, let an arrow fly. The leading Crow dropped from his horse as though he had been jerked off by an invisible, giant hand.
The other Crows pulled their horses to a stop around the fallen man. They hesitated for only a moment before they raced on, but it was long enough to allow the Pawnees to gain a considerable distance.
Little Eagle and Angry Wolf watched the chase until both parties were out of sight. They continued to watch the fallen Crow where his companions had left him, with his horse grazing a few paces away. The sun was almost down when the party of Crows returned. They weren’t leading any riderless ponies so it was plain that the Pawnees had escaped. The Crows stopped and picked up the slain warrior. They laid him across the back of his own horse and slowly rode out of sight.
“That is a lesson we must remember,” Little Eagle said. “The Pawnees were so anxious to catch us that they forgot to watch for other dangers.”
“But they did kill a Crow,” Angry Wolf replied.
“There were three Pawnee horses without riders,” Little Eagle reminded him.
“It was a high price to pay for one enemy,” Angry Wolf agreed.
Both boys were silent for a while. Little Eagle’s thoughts were following the band of Crows. It could have been the same band which had planned to attack their camp.
“The Crows have powerful medicine.” Angry Wolf spoke almost as if his thoughts were following those of Little Eagle. “It is fortunate that we were able to get horses from the Pawnees. If we had tried to take horses from the Crows, we would have failed again.”
Little Eagle turned Angry Wolf’s words over in his mind. It was true that fortune had seemed to be with the Crows. They hadn’t been punished for the treachery they had planned against the Sioux. Even though he and Angry Wolf had kept the Crow plan from succeeding, it was still an almost-victory for the Crows.
“The Crows should be punished,” Little Eagle said angrily.
Angry Wolf nodded. He rubbed his hand along the side of his head where the Crow arrow had struck him.
“They will be,” he answered. “With the horses we have, we can reach the winter camp. Next spring a war party will be sent to punish the Crows.”
Next spring seemed far away to Little Eagle. In his mind he could picture the party of Crows sitting around their campfires. They would tell of how they had tricked the Sioux chiefs. While they hadn’t succeeded in making an attack, they had forced the Sioux to run. Now they had won a victory over the Pawnees too. Truly there would be boasting around the Crow campfires this winter.
“We ought to find a better place to make camp,” Angry Wolf interrupted Little Eagle’s thoughts. “We will want shelter against this rain.”
Little Eagle had been so wrapped in his thoughts that he hadn’t noticed the rain. It was only a sprinkle, but the heavy clouds in the northwest gave promise of more to come. Little Eagle arose and went to bring the horses.
He caught the horses and led them to the place where he had left the deerskin. He rolled their belongings into a bundle with the deerskin around it. He mounted his horse and led the other to Angry Wolf.
Little Eagle led the way across the valley to the trail by which the Pawnees had fled from the Crows. He turned down the trail in the direction the Pawnees had gone. He rode across one stream but, at the second, left the trail and rode to a thick grove of trees.
“We’ll make camp here,” he said.
They turned their horses loose and set to work to build a shelter. They found a clump of small trees. By lacing the branches together, they made a sort of lean-to to protect them from the rain. They found a big pile of leaves and dug into them until they came to dry ones. These they carried to the shelter to make a bed.
Before they went to sleep, the two boys ate some of the cooked meat.
“In the morning we’ll have fresh meat,” Angry Wolf vowed.
When Little Eagle awoke the next morning, he was surprised to find the ground covered with a light blanket of snow.
“Old-man-of-the-north sent snow early,” Angry Wolf said, as he crawled out of the shelter.
“It isn’t much,” Little Eagle pointed out.
“It’s enough to be a warning to us,” Angry Wolf answered. “Old-man-of-the-north sent it to warn us that we should hurry to the winter camp.”
“Maybe he sent it to tell us that he would send more to cover our tracks, if we take horses from the Crows,” Little Eagle suggested.
Angry Wolf looked at him questioningly. Little Eagle wondered if that was fear he saw in his friend’s eyes. Since he had been wounded by the Crows, Angry Wolf had acted strangely every time the Crows were mentioned.
“If I can lead him in a successful raid against the Crows, he will be as brave as he has always been,” Little Eagle thought to himself, but he said nothing more to Angry Wolf.
“I’ll try to get fresh meat while you build a fire,” Angry Wolf offered.
Little Eagle watched as Angry Wolf left camp. It was surprising how much better Angry Wolf had become in the last two days. He seemed as strong as he had ever been. It was hard to believe that less than a moon ago he had been seriously wounded.
By the time Little Eagle had a cheerful fire going, Angry Wolf returned to camp with an antelope on his shoulder.
“Hunting is good,” Angry Wolf said, with a pleased smile. “This will be food enough until we get a buffalo.”
As soon as they had finished eating, Little Eagle brought the horses into camp. The sun had risen in a clear sky and already was melting the snow. Angry Wolf had made two packages of the meat. One he had wrapped in the hide of the antelope he had shot and the other in Little Eagle’s deer hide. He handed one of the packages to Little Eagle.
Little Eagle led the way. At first the route was up and down wooded hills, but soon the hills became smaller and the trees fewer. When they stopped to rest at midday, Little Eagle could see the open prairie ahead of them.
“We’re really started for our winter camp now,” Angry Wolf said cheerfully.
“It will be good to be in camp with the rest of our people,” Little Eagle replied, trying to forget how disappointed he was that the Crows would go so long unpunished.
Several times during the afternoon the two boys sighted small herds of buffaloes. Little Eagle’s mouth watered at the sight of them. Antelope and deer steaks were good food, but not so good as buffalo. Every herd of buffaloes that they sighted lumbered away before the riders were within bowshot. Little Eagle knew that although the buffaloes could not see far, their keen noses quickly caught the scent of enemies. If the wind had been blowing from the other direction, he and Angry Wolf would have had a chance to get one of the animals.
The sun was sliding down behind some clouds in the west when Little Eagle and Angry Wolf reached a small stream. There were a few trees along its banks. The trees would provide shelter and their branches could be used for fuel.
“Shall I start building a shelter?” Angry Wolf asked.
As Little Eagle looked at the clouds climbing in the western sky, he thought how much Angry Wolf had come to depend upon him to make all of the decisions.
“The trees will protect us,” he replied. “With my deerskin over us, we’ll be dry even if it should snow.”
While Angry Wolf cooked meat for their meal, Little Eagle made a pile of dry leaves for their bed. Both of them were so tired that as soon as they had eaten they put out the fire, crawled into the bed of leaves, and pulled the deerskin over them.
When Little Eagle awoke the next morning, he saw that the branches of the tree were wet and the ground around was, too. However, he and Angry Wolf had been warm and dry in their bed. He was pleased that there was no snow. Perhaps Old-man-of-the-north would let them cross the prairie before he blew snow with his icy breath.
Little Eagle led the way across the open prairie. At midday he and Angry Wolf stopped for their usual rest. They had come a long distance that morning, but they had seen only one clump of trees. While they were resting, Little Eagle watched a bank of clouds forming in the northwest.
“Will we be rained on again this afternoon?” Angry Wolf asked.
“Rain will not matter,” Little Eagle answered uneasily. “To me, the air has a feel as if Old-man-of-the-north’s cold wind was behind that cloud. It may be a long way to the next camping place. It would not be good to be on the prairie if there is much snow.”
Angry Wolf looked doubtfully around the prairie where they were resting.
“It couldn’t catch us in a much poorer place than this,” he said.
“That’s true,” Little Eagle agreed. “We’ll keep going.”
When they started again, Little Eagle wondered what caused his feeling of uneasiness. The air was warmer. There didn’t seem to be any reason for thinking that snow would fall. Even when the rain started, Little Eagle was not too uncomfortable. Later in the afternoon the rain felt colder. However, when the boys were chilled, they jumped from their horses and trotted beside them. As soon as they were warm, they remounted. There was still some daylight left when they reached a small, tree-lined stream.
“This is the place for us to camp,” Little Eagle called cheerfully.
The two boys made camp quickly. As soon as they had a fire going, they built a shelter. It was dark by the time they had the shelter finished. It was while they were eating that the drops of rain began to change to flakes of snow. In a short time the northwest wind was driving the snow with stinging force.
“It is fortunate that we found this place,” Little Eagle said. “We may have to stay here several days.”
The next morning it looked as though Little Eagle’s prediction would come true. The wind was still driving the snow before it. A drift had buried the boys’ fire and the pile of wood. They had to scrape the snow from the wood and work carefully to get dry shavings to start a new fire. Little Eagle noticed that Angry Wolf was restless and disturbed because of the delay.
“Old-man-of-the-north may send much snow,” Little Eagle told him, “but it won’t matter. In a few days much of it will melt. Then we can travel easily.”
“If Old-man-of-the-north sends one snow, he will send others,” Angry Wolf protested. “We may be caught on the prairie.”
“This will be the last snow of this moon,” Little Eagle stated with certainty.
Angry Wolf seemed much encouraged by Little Eagle’s words. He took his quiver of arrows and began smoothing some of the arrows. Little Eagle spent his time rewrapping the hand grip on his bow. About midday the snow slackened, and soon afterward it almost stopped. Little Eagle stood up and looked about. In some places drifts of snow had been piled high. In others, the ground had been swept almost bare. Although the wind was cold, rays of sunshine filtered through the clouds.
“I’m going to see about our horses,” Little Eagle announced.
“I’ll finish scraping my arrows unless you want me to go with you,” Angry Wolf decided.
“I’ll go alone,” Little Eagle answered. “They aren’t far away.”