"Come, Sun Bird, we will ride along behind this hill, and try to follow the Kiowas," he said.
Then Little Raven called, and when they turned they saw him pointing excitedly toward the north. Looking across the plain, they discovered a riderless pony running toward the west.
"Bring up the ponies! Bring up the ponies!" White Otter called, in alarm.
They hurried down the ridge and met Little Raven. Then they sprang upon the ponies, and galloped over the ridge. Once over the top, they ran back to watch, while Little Raven took charge of the ponies. Two horsemen had already appeared in pursuit of the runaway pony. The Sioux realized that they had barely escaped discovery.
"They did not see us," declared Sun Bird.
"It is good," said White Otter.
They watched the race with great interest. The riders soon overtook the pony. Then they turned about and cantered away toward the east. The Sioux looked inquiringly at one another. Who were the strange riders? Where had they come from? Was another war party in the vicinity? The alarming questions flashed through their minds. They were puzzled.
"I believe it is the Kiowas," White Otter declared, finally. "I believe they have turned toward The-place-where-the-day-begins."
"Then they must be trying to fool us," said Sun Bird.
"I do not know what they are trying to do," White Otter replied, suspiciously.