Men might tap their heads and smile.

His own voice might argue and taunt.

But deep in his heart he believed.
Something of the radiance of the new day came into his face, even as it was returning into Yellow Bird's.

He looked about him--east, west, north and south--upon the sunlit glory of water and earth, and suddenly he reached out his arms.
"I'll find it, Yellow Bird," he cried.

"I'll find this place you call the Country Beyond! And when I do--" He turned and took one of Yellow Bird's slim hands in both his own.
"And when I do, we'll come back to you, Yellow Bird," he said.
And like a cavalier of old he touched his lips gently to the palm of Yellow Bird's little brown hand..