High up in the sky a sand-hill crane, northward bound in lonely flight, sounded a far off call.
"'Tis a good omen," cried Hawk Eye.
CHAPTER XII
ACROSS THE PRAIRIE
As the sun rode slowly down the sky and passed the barriers of the low-hanging clouds, a herd of tiny prong-horned antelopes scampered near for a closer view of the boys and dog.
"Down, Ohitika!" Hawk Eye commanded. "We need fresh meat," he added, turning to Raven Wing.
"But they are beyond arrow flight," answered the younger boy.