As the scouts approached the ravine, the foremost rider raised his hand above his head as a token of friendship. Then they recognized him as Painted Weasel. When he reached them he called for White Otter.
"Here is White Otter," Running Crow told him.
"The Kiowa scouts have gone to that hill to watch," said Painted Weasel. "We got away before they saw us."
"It is good," replied White Otter.
"Now it will be hard to get near the camp," said Running Crow.
"We will fool them," White Otter assured him.