Angry Wolf’s eyes widened, and a look of fear came into them when he saw the arrow stuck through Little Eagle’s arm and the blood running down from the wound.
“Help me off my horse,” Little Eagle ordered.
Angry Wolf jumped from his horse to obey. Little Eagle clamped his teeth together. He held out his good hand to Angry Wolf. With the other boy’s help he got off his horse.
“You’ll have to take the arrow out of my wound,” he told Angry Wolf.
Angry Wolf looked at the arrow. His face was drawn and he was gritting his teeth.
“How can I get it out?” he asked.
“Take a careful hold of it with both hands,” Little Eagle answered. “Snap it in two and pull the rest out.”
Little Eagle took a deep breath as Angry Wolf took hold of the arrow. He felt a stab of hot pain as Angry Wolf broke the arrow. In spite of himself, Little Eagle gasped as Angry Wolf drew the rest of the arrow from the wound. Little Eagle kept his head turned aside until he was able to smile. When he looked toward his friend, he saw that Angry Wolf’s face had the same sickly color it had had when he had been wounded.
“Did a Crow arrow hit you too?” Little Eagle demanded.
Angry Wolf shook his head.