Flying Arrow selected the choicest tongue, wrapped it carefully, and handed it to Bent Arrow. As he made his way toward the medicine man’s tepee with the gift in his hands, Bent Arrow had the feeling that this was to be a very happy visit for him.
CHAPTER THREE
While Bent Arrow was still several paces from the medicine man’s tepee, Clawing Bear called out to him.
“Come in, Bent Arrow, and tell me about the buffalo you killed.”
“How did you know that I had killed a buffalo?” Bent Arrow asked. “Did someone report to you so soon?”
“No,” Clawing Bear answered with a smile. “Sometimes we medicine men see things which others cannot see. Now tell me about it.”
As briefly as he could, Bent Arrow told of Sly Fox’s attempt to shoot a buffalo and how his horse had stumbled.
“My horse deserves more credit than I,” Bent Arrow finished. “By the time I would have thought of what to do, it would have been too late.”
“That’s the way I saw it,” Clawing Bear said, nodding. “Yet you have not received too much credit. You did well.”