“Yes, Chu-ta-win, I have a great favor to ask.”
“You have only to name it, little brother. My bones would have been drying on Skull-top mountain, if it had not been for you, and my heart is grateful. What is it that I can do for you?”
“I have some important business in the Up-above Country. Can you take me there?”
“Why, yes,” answered Chu-ta-win, readily enough. “I am chief of the Air people, as you know, and have a right to entrance to the Up-above Country. I will tell them that you are my tribe brother and they will welcome you. When would you like to go?”
“Well,” said Chu-ta-win, “fortunately I have flown but little this morning and my wings are fresh. Have you a bit of food handy? We’ll both need a meal before we’re back.”
“I have a bag of dried goat’s meat and seeds of the pinyon,” said Cho-gay. “Will that do?”
“Fine,” answered Chu-ta-win, “bring it along. It has been many, many moons since I tasted the meat of the goat.”
So Cho-gay went back into the cave, and while he was getting the bag of goat meat, he whispered to Kaw:
“The eagle will take me as soon as I get some food. Now, how about you? You say you are going, too?”