"We will fool those boastful people," Sun Bird said, fiercely.
"They feel safe—it is good," White Otter replied, quietly.
They saw nothing more of the Blackfeet until the end of the day and then the hunters returned. A short way behind them came the women and a few men, leading the pack ponies laden with meat. After the Blackfeet had passed over the ridge, the Sioux listened anxiously for sounds from the camp. When they failed to hear anything they began to wonder if the camp was farther away than they supposed.
"I do not believe it is far beyond that ridge," declared White Otter. "The wind has carried away the noise."
"Yes, that may be true," agreed Sun Bird.
They waited impatiently for darkness, and when it finally came they immediately began to climb the ledge. It was hard, perilous work, as the night was unusually black, and the ledge was high and steep. There were places where a false step would have meant severe injury, or even death, and the Sioux realized the necessity for caution.
"Well, we have had a hard time," Sun Bird panted, as they finally reached the top.
"Yes, it is a hard place to get to," agreed White Otter.
They went as far as possible along the top of the ledge, hoping at daylight to be able to see over the ridge which hid the camp. Then they concealed themselves behind two high pinnacles of rock which rose some distance above the ledge and waited anxiously for the night to pass.
"See, the light is coming," Sun Bird said, eagerly, as the first faint trace of dawn appeared in the east. "Pretty soon we will see the great Blackfeet camp."