226 The King of the Thundering Herd 



One evening about a week after the Flyer 

 and the Thundering Herd had disputed the 

 right of way upon the Kansas plains, a small 

 band of Pawnee Indians, a hundred miles 

 to the south, were sitting about their camp- 

 fires. They had participated in a glorious 

 buffalo hunt that day, and each brave was 

 telling in turn his experiences, and boasting 

 of his deeds. 



Eagle Feather was speaking. "I see 

 mighty bull buffalo/' he said. " Big as two, 

 and on his back a wolf sit, like he grow 

 there." 



The Cuiyote blew a wreath of smoke 

 contemptuously at Eagle Feather and hissed, 

 " Big lie." 



"No lie," retorted Eagle Feather. "I 

 shoot at wolf upon buffalo's back, and arrow 

 stick in his back." 



Tall Sycamore, the old chief, took his pipe 

 from his mouth and looked scornfully at 

 the speaker. "Fool," he hissed. "That 



