The horsemen were upon him before he saw or heard them. He attempted to dodge aside, but strong arms caught him. Dimly he realized that one of the men was Clawing Bear.
“Flying Arrow’s at Bear Trap Canyon,” Bent Arrow gasped, and collapsed.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When Bent Arrow opened his eyes, he was lying on a buffalo robe in a tepee. He sat up uncertainly and gave a little gasp when he saw Clawing Bear sitting beside him.
“How did I get here?” Bent Arrow demanded.
“You ran here,” Clawing Bear answered with a smile. “As great a run as a Crow ever made.”
“Flying Arrow?” Bent Arrow asked in a whisper.
“He’s outside, boasting that his nephew is the greatest runner in the Crow Nation,” Clawing Bear replied.
Before Clawing Bear had finished speaking, Flying Arrow entered the tepee.