"Ta-to-ka-dan is sharp," laughed Sun Bird.
"The wind has told about us," said Little Raven.
White Otter kept silent. He watched the antelopes with grave misgivings. Their behavior alarmed him. He felt quite sure that they would arouse the distrust of any foes who might be loitering within sight, and tempt them to investigate the grove. The idea suggested disturbing possibilities.
"See, Ta-to-ka-dan is standing out there like a frightened old woman," he said, irritably. "If our enemies are about they will come over here to see what has frightened Ta-to-ka-dan."
"Come, we will ride away," proposed Little Raven.
"Wait, wait," Sun Bird cried, excitedly. "I saw something peep over the top of that hill."
"I see it," said Little Raven. "It looks like Ma-ya-sh, the wolf."
They saw what appeared to be the head of a prairie wolf rising cautiously above the top of the ridge. The buck antelopes had discovered it, and were flashing the danger signal and stamping nervously.
"It is bad," White Otter said, uneasily. "Perhaps it is Ma-ya-sh, the wolf—perhaps it is a hunter. We must watch sharp."
As they continued to watch the ridge, the little band of antelopes suddenly turned and bounded away toward the north. It was evident that they had determined to avoid the grove. In a few moments the bucks that had been watching the ridge cantered after them.