Just in front of the sleeping Indian were several objects lying upon the leaves, which he was certain were the bones of some animal, most probably a deer or buffalo.
"And if they are, there's meat upon them," was the consideration of the lad, who smacked his lips in anticipation.
That might be, but how were they to be obtained?
That was the all-important question.

It was not to be supposed that the most skillful scout in the West could creep up to the feet of a sleeping Kiowa and gather some food without an almost certainty of detection.

But for the fact that Fred was so hungry, nothing could have induced him to make the attempt.

As it was, he believed that he could succeed.

At any rate, he resolved that the attempt should be made.
"Maybe he'll wake up and turn over," reflected the boy, as he fixed his eyes upon the Kiowa and watched him, like a cat waiting for a mouse to come within its reach.