figures on the very edge of the rocky summit of the bluff. One was
that of Thunder Cloud, a worthless fellow; the other which he held
struggling in his arms was that of The Stoned's deformed son. Black
Bull was helpless; he was at the mercy of Thunder Cloud who was about
to cast him into the stream below.

[Illustration: Black Bull was helpless.]

"What is this?" shouted Young Antelope. Thunder Cloud, startled,
turned suddenly about.

"I would punish this worthless fellow as he deserves," he answered.
"Do you know what he dared to do? He brought his dog to yonder brush
and fastened him in the midst. He thought to keep the animal from the
sacrifice. Ugh! A wretched creature indeed. His mother bade me
follow him."

"Make him free," said Young Antelope with the air of a mighty chief.
"My father will take care of him. As for you, go from my sight."

Thunder Cloud, who had already set Black Bull on his feet, though he
still clutched him tightly, let go his hold, and skulked away.

"Let your dog loose," Young Antelope now ordered Black Bull who stood
before him, still shivering from fright. "There! Now we will go to my
father and let him settle the matter. Follow me."

Black Bull, with Smoke capering about him in the joy of being set free,
followed Young Antelope silently till the two neared the council house
where Bent Horn was busy planning for the coming celebration. There,