“Why not choose someone who is brave and wise to lead you, and then all do as he tells you to?” suggested Bek, the oldest man in the Clan.
No one had thought of that.
“That is right,” said Flame, who had come up to listen.
“But how shall we know who is the wisest?” called several voices at once.
“Who has done the most for the Clan?” asked old Bek.
“One Eye saved our weapons when the flood came.”
“He taught us to make arrows.”
“He is not afraid.”
“Then let One Eye be the leader,” cried Flame, and to this they all agreed.
Such a time as there was then! The cave men ran here and there gathering up spears and arrows and clubs and making themselves ready. The women bound new points on the spears with heavy sinews, and Bolo helped his father prepare a number of torches from wood soaked in fat. Flame brought some other torches made from knotty pine limbs. They all knew they would need fire with which to fight the mammoths.