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they reach us.”<br />
“You boys go right ahead,” Cookie said. He was mounted on Toad’s horse, and leading my own.<br />
I looked at Little Wind, but he would not meet my eyes. He shook his head. “Bad day now. Many<br />
Sioux warriors in Sitting Bull camp. Kill all Crows. Kill all white men.”<br />
“You heard the man,” Cookie said. “Me, I value my scalp. See you, boys. Come on, Little Wind.” And<br />
he started to ride off to the north. A moment later, Little Wind wheeled his horse around and rode off<br />
with him.<br />
Toad and I stood by the wagon and watched them leave.<br />
“They planned this,” Toad said. He shook his fist at them as they disappeared toward the horizon.<br />
“Bastards! Bastards!”<br />
As for me, my good spirits evaporated. I suddenly realized our predicament—we were two boys alone<br />
on the vast and empty plains of the West. “What do we do now?”<br />
Toad was still angry. “Cope paid them in advance, otherwise they would never dare to do this.”<br />
“I know,” I said, “but what are we going to do now?”<br />
Toad squinted at the lines of smoke to the south. “Do you really think those camps are a day away?”<br />
“How would I know?” I cried. “I just said that so they wouldn’t leave.”<br />
“Because the thing about Indians is,” Toad said, “that when they have a large camp, like Sitting<br />
Bull’s, they keep hunting and raiding parties out in front of the main camp.”<br />
“How far out in front?” I asked.<br />
“Sometimes one, two days.”<br />
We both stared at the fires again. “I make it six fires, maybe seven,” Toad said. “So that can’t be the<br />
main camp. The main camp’d have hundreds of fires.”<br />
I made up my own mind. I was not going to return to Cow Island without the fossils. I could not face<br />
the Professor. “We have to get the fossils,” I said.<br />
“Right,” Toad said.<br />
We climbed aboard the wagon and headed west. I had never driven a wagon before, but I made a<br />
tolerable job of it. Beside me, Toad whistled nervously. “Let’s sing a song,” he suggested.<br />
“Let’s not,” I said. And so we drove in silence, with our hearts in our mouths.<br />
They got lost.<br />
Their own trail from the day before should have been easy enough to follow, but large stretches of<br />
the plains were as flat and featureless as any ocean, and they lost their way several times.<br />
They expected to reach the plains camp before noon, but instead finally found the camp in late<br />
afternoon. They loaded the wagon with the remaining ten wooden crates of fossils, which weighed<br />
about a thousand pounds in all, plus some final supplies and Johnson’s photographic equipment. He<br />
was pleased they had come back, for among the fossils they now packed was of course the box with<br />
the X, containing the precious Brontosaurus teeth. “Couldn’t go home without these,” he said.<br />
But by the time they were ready to head back, it was after four o’clock, and growing dark.<br />
They were pretty sure they could never find their way to Cow Island in darkness. That meant they<br />
would have to spend the night on the plains—and in another day, the advancing Sioux might come<br />
upon them. They were debating just what to do when they heard the savage, bloodcurdling cries of<br />
Indians.<br />
“Oh my God,” Toad said.<br />
A dust cloud, stirred up by many riders, appeared on the eastern horizon. It was coming toward<br />
them.<br />
They scrambled aboard the wagon. Toad broke out the rifles and loaded them.<br />
“How much ammunition have we got?” Johnson asked.<br />
“Not enough,” Toad said. His hands were shaking, dropping shells.<br />
The whooping grew louder. They could see a single rider, hunched low in the saddle, pursued by a