“You can’t have them—not till I get my bone.”
And No Man was obliged to be content with that. So he ran all the way to his cave, got him a flat, white, clean bone and fell to scratching upon it the totally imaginative life of No Foot, his mighty deeds, and his mighty virtues. When it was finished he carried it to No Foot, and received in exchange three beautiful little spear heads of sea green flint.
“I have no doubt you will become a hunter,” said No Foot politely, for he was pleased with his bone.
“These flints are even better than what I expected from so clever a maker,” said No Man.
“And as for this bone,” said No Foot, “it makes me feel as if I were young again and two-footed.” And so with mutual compliments they parted.
CHAPTER V
THE MOOSE
But No Foot carried the flints to his cave, and fitted them to his arrows, and he fitted feathers to the string ends, and having devoured, raw, a seven pound fish that had been given him (for fire and cooking had not yet been discovered) he lay down and slept till the hour before sunrise.