Our warriors miss you." Henry was moved to the depths of his nature.

Black Cloud had come a thousand miles to ask him this question, and he had a far, sweet vision of a life utterly wild and free.

Again he saw the great plains, and again came to his ears, like rolling thunder, the tread of the myriad-footed buffalo herd.

He was tempted sorely tempted and he knew it, but, with a mighty effort he put the temptation away from him and shook his head.
"It cannot be, Black Cloud," he said.

"My people need me, as yours need you." A shadow passed over the eyes of the chief, but it was gone in a moment.
He knew that the answer was final, and he said not another word on the subject.
Black Cloud went on with Henry and Paul half a day, then he bade them farewell.