At last he halted at a narrow, deep ravine, and gave a low call.
A response came from the darkness below, and then from beneath his robe the medicine chief took a pencil and paper, and when it was finished placed it upon the end of his long, red staff, and handed it down into the ravine.
When he withdrew the staff the paper was gone, and he said, in the same guarded tone:
"Let the Flying Fox go like the wind, straight as the bird flies, to the camp of General Miles, and to-morrow night I will come here again."
A response came from below in the ravine, and the medicine chief then slowly retraced his way toward the hostiles' camp, making signs at the moon as he neared the guards at the pass.
[7] There were among the hostiles, Brules, who were the most dangerous and desperate of all. Ogallalas, Uncopapas, and scattering bucks from other tribes.
[8] The white beaver is a sacred animal among the Indians, and only the most honored can wear a robe of white beaver skins.