“I’ll throw them in,” said Heema, tossing them into the middle of the hottest blaze.
Then Docas said, “Let’s surprise father by shooting a rabbit for breakfast.”
“Here are your bow and arrows,” answered Heema.
In a moment more they ran off. Docas hunted among the brush and trees near by for a rabbit, but he could not find one, so he ran back toward the rancheria.
“I’ve found something that’s better than rabbits,” Docas heard Heema say suddenly.
“Where are you, Heema?” asked Docas.
“Here among the bushes, eating thimble-berries,” answered Heema, peeping out from among the large green leaves.
Docas laughed and began eating berries, too. The berries were so good that they forgot all about breakfast, until suddenly they heard their mother’s voice calling:—
“Boys, where are you? The acorns are ready to cook.”
The boys took one last mouthful of thimble-berries and then bounded toward the rancheria.