Old One Eye was not one of these. Indeed he was one of those who led the route.
When they came to where She Wolf and Dawn lay sleeping in the warmth, Sunrise left off beating them, and they settled down with their hands before their faces.
Delicious warmth crept into the icy crannies of their bones, and they slept.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE DEATH OF ONE EYE
From now on Sunrise was the leader of his people. They never got over the bullying which he gave them, when they were numb and empty of fight. He only had to command and he was obeyed; only once was there anything like grumbling.
They crossed the plateau, and descended into the barren plains upon the other side. Here night overtook them; and as before a bitter frost threatened them with death. It was then that they grumbled. At least, they said, they might have remained by the fire and have died warm, and they cursed Sunrise for having disturbed them. Sunrise retorted that they were little children and not hunters, chipmunks but not men, four-footed do-nothings who were a stench in his nostrils.
Then he went apart in bitterness and gathering lichens and moss and sage brush, made a heap, and placed rocks about the heap in a circle.