As he spoke, Little Eagle glanced at his friend. He saw the doubt in Angry Wolf’s eyes. The look of doubt slowly faded.
“You have studied with a great medicine man,” Angry Wolf said. “You may have misread this sign, but we must make sure. Before we start in the morning, I will make a scouting trip far back on our old trail. If the Crows are on it, we must know.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
At the first sign of dawn the next morning, Angry Wolf arose. Little Eagle heard him and immediately crawled out of his own pile of leaves. Together they went to the herd of horses. As soon as they caught a horse, Angry Wolf mounted and rode off.
Little Eagle caught another horse. Riding it, he drove the horses together into a herd. He brought the herd close to camp. While he waited for Angry Wolf to return, Little Eagle busied himself around the camp.
As the sun climbed above the eastern hills, Little Eagle worried about Angry Wolf. Angry Wolf had been gone long enough to ride far back on their trail. Little Eagle tried to check his rising fears by reminding himself that camping places were far apart. If Angry Wolf rode all the way back to their last camping place, he would be gone some time yet.
The horses had separated to graze. Little Eagle mounted one of them and drove them into a herd again. He returned to the campfire to wait as patiently as he could. All of the time that he waited, he was wishing that he had taken more lessons from Clawing Bear. The old medicine man would have known the meaning of the sign he had seen in the fire. If Clawing Bear had been with them, he could have told them what to do. Then there would have been no need for Angry Wolf to make that long trip back down the trail.
When Angry Wolf came into sight, Little Eagle knew at once that the other boy had exciting news. He was riding his horse as fast as it could go. Angry Wolf pulled the horse to a stop and jumped off.
“There’s a big war party of Crows back at the last spring we passed,” he announced.