"Benjamin gave him to me--the soul of Benjamin would wish it so." "Let the girl have her way," said the old warriors.
The moon now moved free in the dark-blue sky, and sky, forest, and plain were a silver sea.

The Indians began to move away like shadows, one by one, silent and slow.

Gretchen was the last to go.

She followed the school, leading the pony, her soul filled with that consciousness of a new life that had so wonderfully come to her.

Her way in life now seemed clear: she must teach the Umatillas.
She left the pony in a grassy clearing, on the trail that led to her home, and hurried toward the cabin to describe all the events of the day to her foster-mother.
FOOTNOTES: [Footnote D: See Notes.].