word is given to charge." So the boy stayed there.

And presently all the fine horses were drawn up in line and pranced
about, and were so eager to go that their riders could hardly hold them
in; and at last the old crier gave the word, "_Loo-ah!_"--Go! Then the
Pawnees all leaned forward on their horses and yelled, and away they
went. Suddenly, away off to the right, was seen the old dun horse. He
did not seem to run. He seemed to sail along like a bird. He passed all
the fastest horses, and in a moment he was among the buffalo. First he
picked out the spotted calf, and charging up alongside of it,
_U-ra-rish!_ straight flew the arrow. The calf fell. The boy drew
another arrow, and killed a fat cow that was running by. Then he
dismounted and began to skin the calf, before any of the other warriors
had come up. But when the rider got off the old dun horse, how changed
he was! He pranced about and would hardly stand still near the dead
buffalo. His back was all right again; his legs were well and fine; and
both his eyes were clear and bright.

The boy skinned the calf and the cow that he had killed, and then he
packed all the meat on the horse, and put the spotted robe on top of the
load, and started back to the camp on foot, leading the dun horse. But
even with this heavy load the horse pranced all the time, and was scared
at everything he saw. On the way to camp, one of the rich young chiefs
of the tribe rode up by the boy and offered him twelve good horses for
the spotted robe, so that he could marry the Head Chief's beautiful
daughter; but the boy laughed at him and would not sell the robe.

Now, while the boy walked to the camp leading the dun horse, most of the
warriors rode back, and one of those that came first to the village went
to the old woman and said to her, "Your grandson has killed the spotted
calf." And the old woman said, "Why do you come to tell me this? You
ought to be ashamed to make fun of my boy, because he is poor." The
warrior said, "What I have told you is true," and then he rode away.
After a little while another brave rode up to the old woman, and said to
her, "Your grandson has killed the spotted calf." Then the old woman
began to cry, she felt so badly because every one made fun of her boy,
because he was poor.

Pretty soon the boy came along, leading the horse up to the lodge where
he and his grandmother lived. It was a little lodge, just big enough for
two, and was made of old pieces o