Okoya had felt the truth of it bitterly.

Now that he knew that he was not forsaken, he was filled with strength and vigour.

On the whole, an Indian is much less exposed to isolation than a white man, for his clan and, in a wider range, his tribe, stand by him against outside danger; but when that danger arises within the narrow circle of constant surroundings there is imminent peril.

Okoya had fancied that such peril threatened his own existence, and that he stood alone and unsupported.

Now he saw that in any event he would be neither abandoned nor forsaken, and this imparted to his spirit a degree of buoyancy which he had never experienced before.
When he issued from the cave where both his uncle and he had found shelter, the storm was over, and nature had assumed a different aspect.
A heavy shower in the mountains of New Mexico is often followed by illuminations of peculiar beauty.