"Yes, that may be true," Red Dog replied, thoughtfully.
Then they heard another signal. It sounded from the West, and was nearer the camp. Red Dog saw his suspicions confirmed. He was confident that the Kiowas had separated into two companies.
"They are coming up on both sides of us," declared Painted Weasel.
A moment later they heard hoofbeats. A pony was racing toward them, from the west. The dogs barked furiously. The Cheyennes believed that one of the scouts was approaching, but they determined to be prepared. They drew their bows, and watched suspiciously. The pony stopped when it came within arrow range. Then they heard the familiar signal.
"Who are you?" inquired Red Dog.
"Thunder Hawk," said a voice from the darkness.
"Ride ahead," Red Dog told him.
In a few moments Thunder Hawk entered the camp. He said that the Kiowas had separated into two companies. One had ridden toward the south. The other was approaching from the west.
"Running Buffalo followed the Kiowas who rode away," said Thunder Hawk. "White Horse is watching the Kiowas who are coming toward the village. He sent me here to tell you about it."
"Did you hear us making that noise?" Red Dog asked him.