“It is more likely that by this time they know it was two Sioux boys who took their horses,” Little Eagle answered. “We must have left signs that told—”
Little Eagle had been looking into the fire. He stopped speaking when he seemed to see a party of Crows riding in the fire just as he had seen them in Clawing Bear’s fire. Angry Wolf gave him a surprised look and then bent forward to look into the fire too.
“What do you see in the fire?” Angry Wolf demanded.
As Angry Wolf spoke, the Crows disappeared in the coals.
“I saw a party of Crows riding hard,” Little Eagle replied. “It is the same sign I saw in Clawing Bear’s fire.”
“Which direction were they riding?” Angry Wolf asked.
“I don’t know,” Little Eagle answered. “When you spoke, they disappeared.”
“Couldn’t it be a sign that they have given up and are riding toward their own winter camp?” Angry Wolf suggested.
Little Eagle looked thoughtfully into the fire. What Angry Wolf had suggested might be right, but he knew at once that it wasn’t. The other time he had seen the Crows in the flames, it had been a warning. This must be a warning too.
“It is a sign that the Crows are still chasing us,” Little Eagle insisted.