THE MAGIC ARROW 159

feather on the shaft and a sharp barbed tip of bone.
Tall was the bow—taller than Kadonah himself.

“Did your father, the chief, give you permission
to use his bow and arrows?” demanded the astonished
boys.

“He said that I was such a fine marksman that
the time had come for me to use the bow and ar-
rows of a chief,” Kadonah boasted, fitting the arrow
to the beautiful bow and unaware that his angry
father was concealed in the thicket only a few yards
away.

“That is only another of your falsehoods,” cried
one of the boys unbelievingly. “You cannot even bend
the bow. You are not strong enough.”

“T will show you,” Kadonah replied, adjusting the
arrow carefully. He was very strong for his age and
he knew he could bend the famous bow, because he
had often done so when nobody was looking. “What
shall I take for a target?” he asked calmly.

In this game they had been playing, the boys had
had no fixed target. The most successful marksman
had named a target for the others, so now the lad who
had previously won looked quickly around for some
object which would be very difficult to hit. It hap-
pened that he noticed the raven high up in the cedar
tree, black against the sky, a fine target.

“The raven shall be your target!” he shouted.
“Let us see you hit the raven!”