ne Chief knew by the look in her eyes that
she had seen something like him before, and _she_ knew perfectly well,
by the look in _his_, that this wasn't the first time he had come upon a
bear. And another thing was, that they each of them knew they had
nothing to fear from the other. So, after a little time, Lone Chief
turned away quietly and Goshmeelee watched him vanish among the trees.

And now Lone Chief felt that he was not far away from the thing that
Baltook knew, and the thing which Goshmeelee knew likewise; and the
further he went, the nearer he came to it, though as yet it was out of
sight behind the spruces and the pines. Suddenly, upon the very edge of
Carboona, he came upon it and his journey was at an end.

Two days after Goshmeelee's strange warning, Dusty Star had gone down to
the spring to drink. As he raised his head, he caught a glimpse of the
tall figure coming through the trees. His heart gave a jump, lest it
should be one of the dreaded Yellow Dogs; but when, almost directly
afterwards he recognized the famous medicine-man, he went boldly forward
to meet him.

They looked at each other silently for a little, and then in a very few
words, Lone Chief explained why he had come. When he had finished, Dusty
Star shook his head.

"I cannot come," he said. "And if I did, what could I do? Besides, I
would not come without Kiopo. And they wished to kill Kiopo. That is why
we left my people--so that Kiopo should not die."

"But that is many moons ago," Lone Chief said. "They do not want to kill
Kiopo now. I have told them that he is the Medicine Wolf, and that those
who would destroy him are the enemies of the tribe."

"They hated us!" Dusty Star replied quickly. "They would hate us still,
only that you have told them we can be of use!"

As he spoke, his eyes shone. It was not a good shining. He, too, had
learnt to hate.

In vain Lone Chief explained, argued, protested. Dusty Star stood his
ground. In spite of all the Medicine-man could say, he refused
absolutely to come. Lone Chief was annoyed at the boy's firmness, but he
was also surprised. In the interval since he had last seen him, it was
only too plain that the boy had learnt many things; among others, he had
learnt to be a man.

It was a long time before Lone Chief gave up the attempt to bring the
boy to a more reasonable frame of mind. He stayed all day. At nightfall
he made his camp beside Dusty Star's. At dawn he was still there, ready,