his grandfather:

"I give you the eye of the eagle,
To find the rabbit's heart!
I give you the eye of the eagle,
To find the rabbit's heart!"


Before long the little spear head was done. It was thin and sharp and
beautiful. Thorn tied it to the little straight stick, and he had an
arrow for his bow!

Flint worked on.

"We make all of our axes and spear heads and knives and scrapers of
flint," he said after a while. "It chips more easily than any other
stone."

After some time Flint and the boy left the stone yard.

[Illustration: Deer antlers]




CHAPTER IX

AT THE GRAVEL PIT

As they walked along, the old man pointed to a place in the hillside