"Did anything happen to you?" White Otter asked him, as they rode toward the Cheyennes.
"No, nothing happened to me," said Little Raven. "I listened sharp, but I did not hear anything."
CHAPTER XVI
A THRILLING RESCUE
Having crossed safely over the ridge where they believed the Kiowa scouts were watching, the Sioux rode desperately to reach the ravine before daylight. There was not a moment to spare. Dawn was flushing the eastern sky when they finally encountered the first Cheyenne scout. They stopped, and White Otter imitated the bark of To-ko-la, the little gray fox.
"You have come back—it is good," cried Painted Weasel.
"Yes, it is good," White Otter told him.
They ran the ponies toward the ravine. The Cheyennes were overjoyed at their safe return. They gathered eagerly about them to learn if they had reached the Kiowa camp.