"It is good, my brother," he said in the Pawnee tongue. "Where are our enemies?"
"They are hiding over there among the trees," said the Pawnee. "Our brothers are watching."
"It is good," Little Raven told him. "We will go ahead. You must keep watching."
"Who is with you?" the Pawnee inquired, curiously.
"I hear something—keep quiet," Little Raven said, craftily.
The next moment they rode up the ridge. They listened uneasily, for they feared that the Pawnee might become suspicious and follow them. As they heard nothing to verify their fears, they crossed the ridge and moved stealthily out across the plain.
"Little Raven, you are as sharp as an old wolf," whispered White Otter. "You have done a great thing. Now we know that the Cheyennes are over there where the trees grow."
They also knew that sharp-eared Pawnee scouts were on guard, and they feared that it would be difficult to avoid them. The Sioux moved forward with the alert, nervous caution of frightened deer. They had not gone far when the ponies snorted and swerved aside. They stopped in alarm. Then they discovered one of the dead buffaloes. They had difficulty in persuading the ponies to pass it.
"Perhaps the Pawnees will hear us," whispered Sun Bird.
"Listen," cautioned White Otter.