He felt
instantly that she was going to leave him. Sad as she had been, she
had brought a little sunshine into the dreary home.
"Good-bye, Black Bull," she whispered. "I will not forget you." Then,
without a last glance at The Stone, she hurried on after the messenger
who had come for her.
When she reached the chief's lodge, there was Sweet Grass waiting for
her with a kind smile. The maiden's mother, whom she had never seen
before, was also in the lodge. The squaw was busily cooking the
evening meal like any other red woman, though her husband was the chief
of the whole band.
Sweet Grass had just motioned to the little girl to take her place
beside her, when Young Antelope burst into the tepee. The day before
he had gone hunting, and when night came had not appeared. His mother
and sister had worried at his absence, but the chief had said, "We will
not fear. The lad has no doubt lost his way. But he knows how to care
for himself."
And now Young Antelope stood once more in the home, safe and happy! He
had had an exciting adventure, and was eager to tell of it. Yes, he
had lost his way out on the prairies.
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