"The Sioux can not come up, neither can the warriors of Gray Eagle go down!"
"Then why don't you stand up here and pick them off, one at a time? If you could manage to shoot Red Pine, the rest would leave—then you could go down and have things all your own way!"
The remarks of the scout were very tantalizing, and the old chief nearly choked himself trying to smother his anger.
"Come, Bear-Paw," said the scout, "let's go to the edge of the bluff and see what the Sioux are up to. You come too, chief."
The three cautiously approached the edge of the cliff and looked down upon the Sioux camp.
Every thing was quiet there—the warriors were lying around on the grass—smoking, sleeping or gambling, as they pleased.
Snowdrop was sitting at the door of a rudely-constructed teepe, her head bowed in meditation; while twenty yards away stood the Sioux chief, engaged in a like manner. None of them had yet observed the three figures above them.
"Gray Eagle, have you a bow and arrows?" asked the scout.
"Yes," replied the chief.
"Get it, then, and send an arrow down to Snowdrop. I want her to look up here."