It was the physical union between them, and all that day, and the night that followed, Yellow Bird held it in her hand or against her breast as she struggled to send out the soul that was in her on its mission to Oo-Mee the Pigeon.

In darkness she buried the food that was left her, and stamped on it with her feet.

The sacrifice of her body had begun, and for two days thereafter Jolly Roger and Slim Buck saw no movement of life about the lone tepee in the sand.
But the third morning they saw the smoke of a little greenwood fire rising straight up from in front of it.
Slim Buck drew in a deep breath.

It was the signal fire.
"She knows," he said, pointing for Jolly Roger to go.

"She is calling you!" The tenseness was gone from the bronze muscles of his face.