“But I do not know of anything else to offer,” said Sunrise with a catch in his voice.
“What is that in your hand,” said No Foot and he indicated the bow.
“I do not know its name,” said Sunrise, “but with it I can strike things that are far off.”
No Foot took the bow in his hands but could make nothing of it.
“It is some childishness,” he said.
In the hillside at the base of a flinty boulder a chipmunk had his hole and was out sunning himself.
“If,” said Sunrise, “standing here I show you how to kill that chipmunk will you give me the flints.”
“If you strike him from here,” said No Foot, “you shall have them.”
Sunrise took his one good arrow and fitted it to the string. Then he drew it to the head, aimed a moment and let fly.