White Otter's Own Shadow
The Brown Bat Proves Itself
The Bat Devises Mischief Among the Yellow-Eyes
The New Lodge
The Kites and the Crows
The Fire-Eater's Bad Medicine
Among the Pony-Soldiers
The Medicine Fight of the Chis-Chis-Chash
assed him on his war-trail.
Having traveled over the tableland and through the pines for a few miles, White Otter stopped, saying: "Let us rest here. My medicine says not to go farther, as there is danger ahead. The demons of the night are waiting for us beyond, but my medicine says that if we build a fire the demons will not come near, and in the morning they will be gone."
They made a small fire of dead pine sticks and sat around it wrapped in the skins of the gray wolf, with the head and ears of that fearful animal capping theirs--unearthly enough to frighten even the monsters of the night.
Old Big Hair had often told his son that he would send him out with some war-party under a chief who well knew how to make war, and with a medicine-man whose war-medicine was strong; but no war-party was going then and youth has no time to waste in waiting. Still, he did not fear pursuit.
Thus the two human wolves sat around the snapping sticks, eating their dried buffalo meat.
"To-morrow, Red Arrow, we w