“I hear someone shouting,” said Fisher, just as the dawn was beginning to show above the treetops.
Both boys called out as loudly as they could. In another minute they were answered.
“We are coming,” shouted the men.
The men carried blazing branches in their hands. They came running toward the snarling wolf pack, screaming and waving the firebrands about their heads. The wolves quickly slunk away among the trees and did not dare to come near again.
What a time there was when the men came back to the Valley of Caves bringing the bear. Bolo and Fisher had to tell over and over how it had all happened, and just how the arrow had killed the great beast. One Eye was very proud, partly because the people knew now what good things arrows were, and partly because Bolo had shown himself to be such a hero.
“He has learned a great lesson,” said One Eye. “He has learned how to take care of himself like a man.”
“You must teach me to make arrows,” said Bolo.
“Yes,” said One Eye, “that shall be your next lesson.”
CHAPTER III
The Flood and the Fire
In a cave close to the river a very old woman lived by herself. She did not do any work. The cave people brought her everything she needed to eat, and when she wanted a new garment Stitcher made it for her. She had something more important to do than to gather food or sew skins. She had to take care of the Great Fire.