Again Flying Arrow sat with his head bowed. Bent Arrow had felt encouraged by his uncle’s belief that the Sioux would not attack for a while. To him, every moment of delay brought hope that something might happen to prevent any attack. Yet Flying Arrow’s gloom was beginning to affect him too.
“I didn’t answer your question,” Flying Arrow said, looking up. “I believe the other warriors will be here before daylight, although I doubt if much of an attack is made. They’ll wait to starve us out.”
“If we could think of some way to get help,” Bent Arrow thought aloud.
Flying Arrow looked up. He started to speak but changed his mind and shook his head.
“You thought of a plan,” Bent Arrow exclaimed.
“It was too dangerous,” Flying Arrow answered.
“You said we can’t escape from here,” Bent Arrow urged. “Your plan can’t be more dangerous than staying here.”
“I had thought of letting you climb down the wall after dark,” Flying Arrow explained. “It is possible that you could find our hunting party and bring help in time.”
“Let me try it,” Bent Arrow urged.
Flying Arrow remained silent for a long time. When he did speak, it was with reluctance.