“And red for victory,” Little Eagle added, as he opened the other bag and began to put red lines on Angry Wolf’s face beside the yellow ones.
When they started to divide the horses into two groups so that each could lead his captured ponies into camp, Angry Wolf objected to dividing them evenly.
“You were the leader,” he told Little Eagle. “If you had not saved my life, I couldn’t have returned to winter camp at all.”
“Any medicine man would work to save your life,” Little Eagle answered. “We took the horses together and we’ll divide them equally.”
Before they reached the winter camp, a party of warriors rode out to meet Angry Wolf and Little Eagle. The warriors surrounded the boys and chanted the Victory Song. The warriors continued to circle until they neared the first wigwam in camp. Here the warriors changed positions so that there were men ahead, at each side, and behind Angry Wolf and Little Eagle. The warriors conducted the two boys to the council wigwam. Little Eagle noticed the admiring looks that the boys in the camp were giving the captured horses.
When the riders dismounted in front of the council wigwam, Little Eagle turned toward the place where Clawing Bear’s tepee should stand. A few paces from the tepee, he jumped from his horse. He took the halter ropes of the three best horses belonging to him and stepped toward the tepee flap.
“Come in, Little Eagle,” Clawing Bear called.
Little Eagle stepped into the tepee. He held the halter ropes toward Clawing Bear.
“I am pleased,” Clawing Bear said, as he accepted the ropes.
The medicine man stepped out of the tepee to look at the horses Little Eagle had given him.