things upon him. He
grew almost sullen over it, and was glad to get away from the camp when
Sile came and asked him to go on a hunt with him.

This time there was a little pride as well as good-sense in his positive
refusal to borrow a rifle. He was determined to shoot with his own
weapons or none, and he rode away with no better ones than had been used
by his tribe before they had ever heard of white men, and long before
gunpowder had been invented. They were pretty good weapons yet, but
there was one thing Two Arrows did not dream of. That was that it was
not such a great number of years since the ancestors of these very
pale-faces had gone to war and to hunt with bows and arrows vastly
better than any ever carried by any red Indian in the world. The English
race were bowmen once, just as they are riflemen now, shooting closer to
the bull's-eye than any other.

Two Arrows felt that there was a sort of fever upon him. It made him hot
and restless, and his eyes wandered searchingly in all directions,
longing for an opportunity to do something which would bring him nearer
to the prizes he coveted. Sile also was watching keenly the tops and
branches of every clump of bushes they came to, but it almost seemed as
if the game had suddenly migrated. It was natural that none should
linger near the smoke and smell of camp-fires and cookery, but it was
queer that the two young hunters should canter quietly on for mile after
mile, and not so much as get a shot at a deer.

"We won't go back without something," said Sile. "I told father so. I
mean to go right along. We can camp in the woods by ourselves if we
don't kill anything early enough to get back to-night."

He had some trouble in making his meaning clear to Two Arrows, and the
ambitious young Nez Perce was in precisely the frame of mind to agree
with him. They even rode a little faster, and were hardly aware of the
distance they had travelled. Sile was beginning to grow nervous about
his reputation as a hunter and to remember that the camp had only a
three days' supply of fresh meat, in spite of the fish. He believed that
he had seen everything there was to be seen, but he was mistaken.
Suddenly Two Arrows uttered a loud, astonished "Ugh!" sprang from his
pony, and beckoned Sile to do the same, leading him hurriedly towards
the nearest bushes.

Sile imitated his friend, without any idea of a reason for it, until Two
Arrows took him by the arm and pointed away to the ri