When he finally had the hide removed, Little Eagle looked it over carefully. He had done it. There wasn’t a single hole. He finished dressing the carcass and tied it as high in a tree as he could reach. When that was done, he carried the hide to the stream where he buried it in the soft mud. He went back to the carcass and cut off a large chunk of meat to take with him.
Little Eagle approached camp uneasily. He had been gone much longer than he had planned. In that time many things could have happened to Angry Wolf. As he stepped into sight of the camp, Little Eagle stopped abruptly. Angry Wolf had picked up his bow and was holding it with an arrow pointing straight at Little Eagle. In his surprise, Little Eagle didn’t notice that Angry Wolf hadn’t the strength to draw the bowstring back. When Angry Wolf saw that it was Little Eagle approaching the camp, he lowered the bow.
“You are better,” Little Eagle exclaimed.
“By tomorrow I’ll be able to travel,” Angry Wolf assured him.
As soon as he had a fire started, Little Eagle cut steaks from the piece of meat he had brought to camp. He noticed that both water bags were empty, so he took them to the creek and filled them while the meat was cooking.
While they were eating, Angry Wolf insisted that Little Eagle again tell all that had taken place since he had been wounded.
“I owe my life to you,” Angry Wolf said, when Little Eagle finished the account.
“You would have done the same for me,” Little Eagle insisted.
“I wouldn’t have known how,” Angry Wolf admitted. “When we were trying to get horses from the Crows, I thought I should do it because I am older than you. Now you have proved that you are the real leader.”
“There are many things I should have learned from our teacher,” Little Eagle protested. “In winter camp I will learn more.”