"I sing to the sun and the wind and the rain," the boy explained.
"I like your Indian song," Daniel said, "but I'm glad you speak English."
The boy patted the bow that hung over his right shoulder. "You like this?"
The bow was strong and shining. Daniel ran a finger along the smooth wood.
"I like it very much," he said.
The other boy took an arrow and placed it on the bowstring. He pulled back the bow. The arrow flew away.
"You get," the Indian said.
Daniel ran after the arrow. He picked it up and looked back. The Indian boy was right beside him.
He took the arrow from Daniel. Again he shot it. Again the white boy ran after it. The young Indian ran beside him.
He shook his head when Daniel handed him the arrow.