"There are not so many Pawnees; perhaps we will be able to get away," Little Raven said, hopefully.
"They will watch sharp," White Otter told him.
Although the company had been reduced by half, the Sioux were still outnumbered by ten to one. They felt encouraged, however, when the Pawnees showed no further inclination to attack them. The sun was getting low in the west, and the day was passing. They were eager for night.
Then, as twilight was settling upon the plain, two scouts returned from the east. It was evident that they had brought word of great importance. The Pawnees appeared to be much excited. They had gathered about the scouts, and were talking earnestly. A few moments later the Sioux were amazed to see the entire company ride off toward the east.
"Watch out, it is a trick," said Sun Bird.
"I believe those riders came back to fool us," declared Little Raven.
White Otter offered no explanation. He was watching the Pawnees with grave interest. As they continued across the plain, an alarming possibility flashed through his mind. He turned excitedly to his companions.
"My brothers, I believe the Pawnees have found the Cheyenne hunters," he said.
"It is true," cried Sun Bird. "Perhaps the Cheyennes found those dead buffaloes. Come, we will follow the Pawnees, and find out about it."
"Wait," said White Otter. "We must be cautious. Perhaps scouts are watching to see what we propose to do. We will fool them. We will ride toward the Place-where-the-warm-wind-blows. Then when it gets dark we will circle around and come back to the place where the Pawnees killed those buffaloes."