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When Hawkins turned toward him, therefore, expecting him to bound to his feet and invite the challenge, he shook his head: "Deerfoot's arrows are few, and he saves them for game or his enemies." "And therein is wise," added Kellogg, shrewd enough to see the situation in all its bearings. Crumpet said nothing, but was greatly relieved, while Hawkins gave a sniff of disgust.
"I don't suppose another shot will hurt it much, so I'll send this one right in the track of the first; then Hay-uta will know that my skill is next to Deerfoot's, and it won't be necessary to do any more shooting with this plagued bow."
He struck the bottom of the cañon, landing on both feet, with a twinge of pain that was like a dagger thrust in his ankle. But brief as was Deerfoot's descent, he had seen something terrifying while it was going on.
It would be supposed that, inasmuch as Hay-uta was acquainted with two of the Indians, and had parted from them on friendly terms, he would be selected to enter camp, while Deerfoot's matchless woodcraft would lead to his selection to work outside; but these situations were reversed. It was the intention of the young Shawanoe to assume such a part.
It may as well be admitted that the principal cause of Deerfoot's hesitation cannot be given at this time. There was an urgent reason why he should make haste to the southwest, and he longed to break into his easy, loping trot, which he was able to maintain without fatigue from rise of morn till set of sun.
The spectators, as well as the defeated runners themselves, were dazed, and could hardly credit their own senses. Not less crushing were Deerfoot's victories in the running, the standing and the high jump. Like all great athletes, his triumphs seemed to be won without calling upon his reserve capacity, and therefore with much less apparent effort than shown by his rivals.
Deerfoot's last hour in the village was spent alone with Taggarak in his lodge. What took place there and what was said by each were never known to anyone beside themselves. By the middle of the afternoon our friends had penetrated a number of miles to the eastward. A good deal of snow remained, and they had to pick their way with care.
He took his pipe from his mouth and stared around in the woods, as if looking for some one. Deerfoot's heart fluttered with the hope that he meant to start off alone. At this moment, the battle on the other side of the river opened. The whoops, report of a gun and cries caused much excitement among the Pawnees.
The scared, expectant, disappointed, and apprehensive expression that flitted over her countenance, like the passing of a cloud across a summer landscape, made known the truth to the sagacious Shawanoe. "Deerfoot's brother has not come back from his long hunt," he said, in his usual voice, as he bowed and advanced to the middle of the apartment.
Once his hand grazed the black hair that was dangling about Deerfoot's head, and several times he touched the nodding feathers, but strive as much as he might, he could not reach the fellow himself. Now that the combat may be said to have opened, it went through to the end without halt or break.
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