A new thought suddenly struck Little Eagle.
“Did the Crow get away?” he asked.
“He was still on his horse when it went out of sight,” Angry Wolf answered. “But your arrow has wounded him badly. I don’t think he will get back to the Crow camp.”
“There might be other Crows near who would come to avenge him,” Little Eagle pointed out.
“There are no other Crows near,” Angry Wolf answered positively. “If there had been, they would have joined in the attack on us.”
Little Eagle nodded. No warrior would have been foolish enough to make an attack alone when other warriors were near who could help him. He turned his horse and started off.
At first Little Eagle was able to ride without too much trouble. It wasn’t long, though, until the journey became a torture. The wound in his arm made his whole body hurt. He had lost so much blood that he was weak and lightheaded. It took all of his remaining strength to stay on his horse. Weary step after weary step he held on, but at last he could hold on no longer. He slid from his horse.
Although Little Eagle didn’t know about it, Angry Wolf lifted him onto his own horse. He mounted behind Little Eagle and held him. Angry Wolf rode off without a look at the herd of horses. He hoped they would follow, but if they didn’t, it couldn’t be helped.
He added the powdered herbs and the bear’s grease