er wisdom, would call a miracle. He had seen things like that
happen. And he sat down in the sand, sleepless, and with Peter at his
feet waited for Yellow Bird to stir.

He could see the dull shimmer of starlight in her hair, but the rest of
her was a shadow that gave no sign of life. The camp was asleep. Even
the dogs were buried in their wallows of sand, and the last red spark of
the fires had died out. The hour passed, and another hour followed, and
the lids of Jolly Roger's eyes grew heavier as the fading stars seemed
to be sinking deeper into infinity. At last he slept, with his back
leaning against a sand-dune the children had made. He dreamed, and was
flying through the air with Yellow Bird. She was traveling swift and
straight, like an arrow, and he had difficulty in keeping up with her,
and at last he cried out for her to wait--that he could go no farther.
The cry roused him. He opened his eyes, and found cool, gray dawn in
the sky. Peter, alert, was muzzling his hand. Slim Buck lay in the sand,
still asleep. There was no stir in the camp. And then, with a sudden
catch in his breath, he looked toward Yellow Bird's tepee.

Yellow Bird still sat in the sand. Through the hours of fading starlight
and coming dawn she had not moved. Slowly McKay rose to his feet.
When he came to her, making no sound, she looked up. The shimmer of
glistening dew was in her hair. Her long lashes were wet with it. Her
face was very pale, and her eyes so large and dark that for a moment
they startled him. She was tired. Exhaustion was in her slim, limp body.

A sigh came from her lips, and her shoulders swayed a little.

"Sit down, Neekewa," she whispered, drawing the ropes of her hair about
her as if she were cold.

Then she drew a slim hand over her eyes, and shivered.

"It is well, Neekewa," she spoke softly. "I have gone through the clouds
to where lives Oo-Mee, the Pigeon. I found her crying in a trail. I
whispered to her and happiness came, and that happiness is going to
live--for Neekewa and The Pigeon. It cannot die. It cannot be killed.
The Red Coated men of the Great White Father will never destroy it.
You will live. She will live. You will meet again--in happiness. And
happiness will follow ever after. That much I learned, Neekewa. In
happiness--you will meet again."

"Where? When?" whispered Jolly Roger, his heart beating with sudden
swiftness.

Again Yellow Bird passed her hand over her eyes, and as she held it
the