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the head, aimed a moment and let fly.
The flint point of the arrow struck a shower of sparks out of the flint boulder just above the chipmunk's head and the shaft was shattered into pieces. The chipmunk dove into his hole, unharmed.
Sunrise was ready to cry with vexation, but when he turned to No Foot, he saw that the old man's face was wrapped with wonder.
"I am old," said No Foot presently and slowly. "I have struck blows and I have
