Even experienced warriors would have hesitated to set off on a two-man war party, and for young Tom Fox and his Blackfoot almost-brother, Pitamakan, it would have been foolhardy. But Tom was in trouble. Against orders, he had taken his Uncle Wesley's finest buffalo horse on a hunting trip with his Blackfoot friends. Now the camp had been raided and the horse stolen. So Tom had to turn from the pleasures of the hunt to the terrible risks of a war party -- he couldn't face his uncle again until he had recovered the horse. First, though, he had to endure the sacred vision fast to purify himself for the warpath. It was a tremendously moving (as it turned out) dangerous experience, but one which fortified him to set off finally, alone with Pitamakan, on the trail of the Spanish horse. Luck was with them, but often they were saved only by their own boldness. Once, for instance, they found themselves in the heart of the enemy camp and had to masquerade as young braves from the distant tribe of Blue Paints. Here is a fine tale full of the ways of the Indian and filled with suspense from the foreboding start to the last=page climax -- Book jacket.