I glanced once more, then, over the prairie. It open. The horizons were broad.

I then, leading the kaiila, on which Cuwignaka rode, slumped forward, with thelance, set my feet in the tracks of those who had preceded me, Canka and hisparty, and Grunt and Pimples, toward the smoke of the evening fires, toward thecamp of the Isbu Kaiila.

In a few moments Cuwignaka straightened his back. I was pleased to see that henow held his head up. He was strong. He was Kaiila.

"A trail awaits," said Cuwignaka.

"Yes," I said.