“I am better,” Little Eagle assured him.
Little Eagle got slowly to his feet. Although he felt weak, he managed to walk to the stream. He felt better after he had washed himself and had drunk of the clear water.
“We should sing the Victory Song as soon as your arm is healed,” Angry Wolf suggested, as they were eating the meat he had cooked.
“Let’s wait until we reach winter camp,” Little Eagle said. “Other times we thought that we had escaped the Crows, and we were ready to sing the Victory Song, yet that one warrior was following.”
“He was the last,” Angry Wolf said confidently. “But you have proved yourself a good leader. We shall wait until you are ready to sing the Victory Song.”
“You said that warrior was wounded by my arrow,” Little Eagle said. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Angry Wolf replied. “The Crow was wounded when he rode toward me. I didn’t get close enough to him to get a shot.”
“How did I get my bow back?” Little Eagle asked. “I seem to remember dropping it when I was hit by the arrow.”
“I picked it up,” Angry Wolf explained.
All day Little Eagle was restless. Several times he wanted to suggest that they go on. The Crows were bitter enemies. It might well be that when the warrior didn’t return, they’d send a party to search for him. When they found him, they would look for their enemies so that they could take revenge. Angry Wolf seemed to feel that it was safe to rest in camp. He did mount one of the horses and ride a scouting trip around the camp. When he returned, he stretched out on the ground and slept.