not stir until he was
outside. The Shawanoe glanced at George and Victor Shelton, and by a
look indicated that they were to follow him. They did so, silent like
the others, and the three returned to their own tepee without
exchanging a word on the road. They were awed by what they had seen and
heard, and respected their friend too much to break in upon his
meditations. He sat down on the furs in his usual place and they busied
themselves with what may be considered their household duties, speaking
only now and then to each other. The afternoon was drawing to a close,
and, but for the fire that was kept burning, it would have been dark
within the lodge. They prepared their meal, but when Deerfoot was
invited to eat he shook his head, rose to his feet and passed out.

The Shawanoe had no more time than to straighten up in the open air
when he was face to face with Mul-tal-la, who was on his way to see
him. They pressed each other's hand and the visitor said:

"Chief Taggarak wishes that his brother the Shawanoe shall come to his
lodge."

"Deerfoot goes there," replied the youth, who had been meditating doing
so. "Will my brother go with Deerfoot?"

"Only to the lodge. Taggarak does not wish to see _him_."

The two walked side by side, the hearts of both full. It was so dark
that they drew no attention to themselves. Just before the well-known
home of the chief was reached, Mul-tal-la turned off without so much as
a farewell word.

The war chief was expecting his visitor. He had sent his wife and boy
away in order that he might be alone with the Shawanoe. He sat with his
back against the rock, his position allowing the firelight to show his
face clearly, especially one side of it. As he recognized his visitor
he smiled and extended his hand, after the manner of white men.
Deerfoot quickened his pace and grasped the palm and laid the other on
the shoulder of the chieftain. How different from their meeting by the
lookout rock several days before!

"The heart of Deerfoot is glad," said the visitor, in a low, tremulous
voice.

"Taggarak hears the birds sing again. There are no clouds before the
sun. He is happy, for the Great Spirit smiles upon him."

One of the most marvelous facts connected with the true religion, and
itself a proof of its divinity, is its complete adaptability to every
condition of life and to every degree of intelligence. Its essentials
are as readily grasped by the clodhopper as by the profound