Days of new hope and gladness followed in the camp of Yellow Bird and Slim Buck.

It was as if McKay, after a long absence, had come back to his own people.

The tenderness of mother and sister lay warm in Yellow Bird's breast.

Slim Buck loved him as a brother.

The wrinkled faces of the old softened when he came near and spoke to them; little children followed him, and at dusk and dawn Sun Cloud held up her mouth to be kissed.