As soon as Little Bear returned to camp, Flying Antelope mounted one of the horses and sped out of camp.
“He will be too late,” Great Bear said, shaking his head.
CHAPTER TWO
Little Bear watched silently as Grandfather moved restlessly about the camp. He seemed to be studying, trying to find some plan by which he could rescue the hunters from the Pawnees. Little Bear had decided he might as well take the horses back to the meadow when Grandfather spoke.
“Flying Antelope will be too late,” Great Bear repeated. “I will ride to Buffalo Trap Canyon. Perhaps I can find a plan to save our warriors.”
Little Bear waited, hoping Grandfather would tell him to come, too. But Great Bear mounted his horse without another word.
“Suppose you want to send a message back?” Little Bear asked. “You have no one to bring it, Grandfather.”
A brief smile touched the corners of Great Bear’s mouth.
“You were going to offer to go with me and be my messenger?” he asked. He shook his head. “It is too dangerous.”