
FRANCIS LYNDE KROLL

ILLUSTRATED BY CHARLES H. GEER
LANTERN PRESS
NEW YORK
Copyright 1956 by Lantern Press, Inc.
LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOG NUMBER: 56-7625
PUBLISHED SIMULTANEOUSLY IN CANADA BY
GEORGE J. MCLEOD, LIMITED, TORONTO
MANUFACTURED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
To Alice, who, like Little Eagle, places the welfare of the tribe first.F.L.K.
While Little Eagle waited patiently in frontof the tepee of Clawing Bear, the medicineman, several of his friends went past. Each ofthe boys was carrying a bow and arrows.
“Get your bow,” Angry Wolf called. “We’rehaving a shooting match.”
Little Eagle shook his head.
“I’m taking a lesson from Clawing Bear,”he explained.
“You can take lessons every day when weare in winter camp,” Angry Wolf pointed out.“Today Roaring Lion is giving some finearrows as prizes.”
Little Eagle’s eyes gleamed. Roaring Lionwas one of the best makers of arrows inthe whole Sioux nation. One of themwould be a prize worth more than a lesson.Little Eagle knew that there was little chancehe could win one of the arrows. He was aboutthe poorest shot among the boys in the camp.Still, this time luck might be with him. Certainlyit was too good a chance to miss. Hestarted to get to his feet to go with AngryWolf, but changed his mind and sat downagain.
“I have promised to take a lesson,” he said.“I’ll keep my promise.”
“You might as well,” Wounded Face spokeup. “You couldn’t win a prize anyway.”