“You were gone long,” Flying Arrow said when Bent Arrow joined him at the forks.
“The eagle was farther away than I thought,” Bent Arrow explained.
“Did you get an eagle feather?” Flying Arrow asked.
“No,” Bent Arrow answered. “I almost ran into the Sioux trying to get one.”
He gave Flying Arrow an account of his attempts to get the feather and of his narrow escape from the Sioux. He was surprised to see how discouraged Flying Arrow became as he told the story.
“It would seem best to postpone our raid,” Flying Arrow said in a voice of disappointment. “Not getting the feather must be a warning that the raid would be too dangerous.”
“Perhaps we can get the feather as we go on our raid,” Bent Arrow suggested. “I can find the spot where it is lodged.”
Flying Arrow hesitated. It was plain to see that he was anxious to make the raid, yet he didn’t want to take the added risk of going against the medicine man’s advice.
“You are sure that you can find the eagle feather even in the dark?” he asked.
“I’m sure,” Bent Arrow answered positively.