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feathers which they had won.
"The first honor," declared the master of ceremonies, "belongs to Brave
Hawk, who fell in the battle! He it was who compelled the Crows to
retreat, when he bravely charged upon them and knocked from his horse
the Crow chief, their war leader."
"Ho, it is true!" exclaimed the warriors in chorus.
"The second honor," he resumed, "belongs to Matoska, the White Bear!"
"Hun, hun, hay!" interposed another, "it is I, Red Owl, who touched the
body of the Crow chief second to Brave Hawk!"
It was a definite challenge.
"The warriors who witnessed the act give the coup to Matoska, friend!"
persisted the spokesman.
Red Owl was a brave youth and a close rival of Matoska, both for war
honors and for the hand of the prettiest maiden in the tribe. He had
hoped to be recognized as one who fought in defense of their homes by
the side of Brave Hawk; that would please the Blue Sky, he thought; but
the honor was conferred upon his rival!
There was a cloud of suppressed irritation on his dusky face as he
sullenly departed to his own tent--an action which displeased the
council-men. Matoska had not spoken, and this caused him to appear to
the better advantage. The worst of it was that Blue Sky herself
had entered the ring with the "orphan steed," as it was called--the
war-horse of her dead brother, and had therefore seen and heard
everything! Tanagila, or Hummingbird, the beautiful charger, decorated
according to custom with the honors won by his master, was led away by
the girl amidst resounding war-whoops.
Unable to remain quiet, Red Owl went out into the hills to fast and
pray. It was sunset of the next day when he again approached the
village, and behind a little ridge came suddenly upon Matoska and the
girl standing together. It was the first time that they had met since
the "green grass parade," and now only by accident, as the sister of
Brave Hawk was in deep mourning. However, the lover had embraced his
opportunity, and the maiden had said that she was willing to think of
the matter. No more words were spoken.
That very night the council drum was struck three times, followed by the
warriors' cheer. Everybody knew what that meant. It was an invitation to
the young men to go upon the war-path against the Crows!
Blue Sky was unconsciously startled by this sudden announcement. For the
first time in her life she felt a fear that she could not explain. The
truth was that she loved,
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