6. The cow halted for a moment as if in amazement, and then charged forward along the trail. That moment had given the boy time to put another arrow on the string, and as she passed him he drove it into her just behind the shoulder, well and vigorously. Once more he had given a deadly wound, and now he caught up his lance. There was little need of it, but he could not be sure of that, and so, as the bull staggered to his feet in his death-struggle, he received a terrific thrust in the side. It was a complete victory so far as the bull was concerned, and One Eye had darted away on the path of the wounded cow.

"Ugh! Get both!" exclaimed the boy; "have name now!"

7. One Eye followed the arrow-stricken cow, and he ran well. So did the cow, and she did not turn to the right or left from the old buffalo trail. There was but one road for either the trail, or the cow, or the dog, for the very formation of the land led them all into the mountains through the nook by the spring and so by and through the camp of the starving Nez Perces. On she went, until, right in the middle of the camp and among the lodges, she stumbled and fell, and One Eye had her by the throat.

8. It was time for somebody to wake up and do something, and a wiry-looking, undersized old warrior whose bow and arrows had been hanging near him, at once rushed forward and began to make a pin cushion of that cow. He twanged arrow after arrow into her, and was just turning away to get his lance when a robust

squaw, who had not been made very thin even by starvation, caught him by the arm, screaming,

"Dead five times! What for kill any more!"

There was no denying it, but the victorious hunter at once struck an attitude and exclaimed,

"No starve now, Big Tongue."

9. "Not Big Tongue, Boy!" exclaimed a gray-headed old warrior who was examining the several arrows and came to one over which he paused thoughtfully. He raised his head, put his hand to his mouth, and sent forth a wild whoop of delight. He drew out the arrow with one sharp tug and held it up to the gaze of all. For he was the father of the young hero who had faithfully stood up against hunger and despair, and had gone for game to the very last.

10. He was a proud old chief and father that day, and all that was left for Big Tongue was to recover his own arrows as fast as he could for future use, while the squaws cut up the cow. They did it with a haste and skill quite remarkable, considering how nearly dead they all were. The prospect of a good dinner seemed to put new life into them, and they plied their knives in half a dozen places at the same time.

One Eye sat down and howled for a moment and then started off upon the trail by which he had come.

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Boy!" shouted the old chief.

"All come.

See

what." Several braves and all the other boys, four squaws, and four half-grown girls at once followed him, as he pursued the retreating form of One Eye.

11. It was quite a procession, but some of them stag

gered a little in their walk, and there was no running. Even the excitement of the moment could get no more than a rapid stride out of the old chief himself.

Along the path in front of him, erect and proud, but using the shaft of his lance as a walking-stick, came his triumphant boy hunter. Not one word did the youngster utter, but he silently turned in his tracks, beckoning his father to follow.

12. It was but a few minutes after that they stood together in front of the dead bull bison. The boy pointed to the arrow almost buried in the shaggy chest, and then he sat down; hunger and excitement had done their work upon him, and he could keep his feet no longer. He even permitted One Eye to lick his hands and face in a way no Indian dog is in the habit of doing.

13. Other warriors came crowding around the great trophy, and the old chief waited while they examined and made their remarks. They were needed as witnesses of the exact state of affairs, and they all testified that this arrow like the other had been wonderfully well driven. The old chief sat down before the bull and slowly pulled out the weapon. He looked at it, held it up, streaming with the blood of the animal it had brought down, and said,

"Long Bear is a great chief. Great brave. Tell all people-the young chief-Two ARROWS. Boy got a name. Whoop!"

The youngster was on his feet in a moment, and One Eye gave a sharp, fierce bark, as if he also was aware