he was happy. His heart glowed at the praise by Chief Pike. He felt like a man.
"Yours," he panted. "I kill. You keep."
"It is much meat," replied Chief Pike.
Baroney and the medicine-man were chasing hither-thither. The Pawnees were killing. Chief Pike galloped away to see. But he would see no arrows buried deeper than these.
After the hunt was over, the Pawnees cut up their animals, and the Pike party cut up the big elk. With Scar Head riding proudly, they four caught the column under the second chief. The camp feasted, this night, upon a spot where the Spanish also had camped. There was only one alarm call, from the guard, on account of two Pawnees who came in by mistake. They had not eaten for three days and thought that this was a camp of their own people.
Chief Pike sent them out again, with food for a sick comrade. He was kind as well as brave.
