Chapter Nine
As Sleepy Crow sailed north, he had trouble getting his bearings. All
the land in this area was hills and valleys, and it all looked the
same. Finally he saw two tall mountains that looked almost alike, and
their tops were broken in a pattern that looked like crowns. "That must
be The Two Kings" he thought. "That means my people should be to the
west."
2 He circled the mountains looking for lift. As he caught good currents
and began to rise, about a dozen puffs of smoke rose from the
mountainside. Suddenly, the left hand glass in his canopy shattered.
The bullet missed him, but the jagged pieces of glass struck his face
and eye.
3 Fighting to keep the plane aloft, he removed the large pieces with
his fingers, got a bandage from his kit, and managed to cover the
wound. He had just about finished when he heard the repeat of a pistol
shot, and looked off to his right.
4 Another glider was beside him, and the pilot was frantically
signaling him to pull up. Looking ahead Sleepy Crow saw why. He jerked
back on the stick. He heard scraping as he cleared the trees on a line
of hills.
5 Both gliders rose, using the up-drafts, and the other pilot talked to
him with sign. "How well can you see?" he asked.
6 "Good enough," answered Sleepy Crow, "but lead me in."
7 The other pilot waved, turned west, and they soared on. Finally,
below them, the ledges came into sight. The other glider came around
again. "You go in first," he signed. Sleepy Crow nodded, headed down
for the ground. As he came in, blood was getting in his eyes.
8 He wandered off the ledges, plowed into the brush, and stood the
glider on its nose. Men were