He handed Daniel the bow.
"Shoot!" he said.
Daniel took the bow in his hands. He pulled it back and let the arrow fly.
By now Daniel had forgotten the cattle. He had forgotten everything but the wonderful bow, his new friend, and the wide, wild woods.
After a while the boys came to a high hill. At the bottom was an Indian village. The brown-skinned boy took Daniel by the hand and ran toward the settlement.
Several dogs barked at them. Some women were hoeing their gardens. They hardly looked up as the boys passed.
An old woman was stirring something in an iron pot over a fire. It smelled good. Daniel remembered that he had eaten nothing since breakfast.
His friend stopped and pointed to Daniel and himself. The old woman nodded. With a sharp stick, she lifted a piece of meat from the pot.
The Indian boy took a broad leaf from a near-by bush. The woman dropped the hot meat on it.
Now Daniel knew what to do. He, too, found a leaf. The woman gave him some meat. Soon the hungry boys had finished their lunch.