The Sioux galloped from the pass, and raced across the plain to join the Minneconjoux war party. They heard the Sioux war cry directly ahead of them, and they raised their voices in reply. Several riderless ponies crossed their path, but they made no attempt to capture them. Their one thought was to join their comrades in an attack upon the bewildered Crows. Then they heard some one galloping toward them and shouting their names. A moment later White Otter raced the fiery piebald beside them.
"You are alive—it is good," he said. "Come, we will run away before the Crows find out about it."
"Where are our brothers?" Lean Wolf inquired, anxiously.
"Little Raven and Running Dog are waiting over there," White Otter told him.
"Yes, yes, but where are the others?" inquired Lean Wolf.
"They did not come," laughed White Otter. "We made all that noise to frighten the Crow ponies and bring the Crows out on the plain. I did it a long time ago. Now I have done it again. The Crows are very foolish."
"White Otter, you are a great chief!" Lean Wolf said, warmly. "You have given us our lives. We will tell our people about it."