About midday
We boys stumbled on the trail of the Potawatami and followed it . `` Now these Potawatami , '' said the Dog Chief , `` had had guns a long time , and better guns than ours . But being boys we did not know enough to turn back . About midday we came to level country around the headwaters of the creek , and there were four Potawatami skinning buffaloes . They had bunched up their horses and tied them to a tree while they cut up the kill . Red Morning said for us to run off the horses , and that would be almost as good as a scalp-taking . We left our ponies in the ravine and wriggled through the long grass .