Then that silence was broken only by the whizz of the feathered shaft as it shot through the air.

But a universal shout arose as the arrow struck fairly in the center of the owl, pierced it like a bullet, and flew far beyond.
Big Fox turned and handed back the bow to Yellow Panther.
"Is it enough ?" he asked gravely.

"Can the Shawnee belt bearers use the bow and arrow ?" "It is enough," replied the chief, seeking in vain to hide his chagrin.
"It wuz great luck," whispered The Bat to Brown Bear, a little later, "that the challenge to the bow an' arrow should a-been made to perhaps the only white in all the West who could a-done sech a thing." The belt bearers spent a second night in the same lodge, and on the morning of the third day they announced that they must depart for their own village.

Gray Beaver hospitably, and Yellow Panther craftily, urged them to stay longer, but Big Fox replied that the Shawnees were going on a great hunt into the Northwest before the winter came, and the belt bearers would be needed.

Braxton Wyatt knew nothing of the projected hunt, but for the present he was silent.