Part 14 (1/2)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
_Chief Gray Wolf_
Rumor prowled like a hunting mountain lion over the foothills of the Sierra Madres. It crept up the canyons, climbed the peaks, searched out every Apache camp, and came to Geronimo. He surrounded his camp with scouts.
The sun was four hours high when one of the scouts imitated the call of a jay. Geronimo did not stir. A jay's call meant that a friend came; a hawk's scream indicated an enemy. Ten minutes later Whoa rode into Geronimo's camp.
The huge chief of the Nedni was sweating, and Geronimo hid his wonder.
He had known Whoa for many years, and had fought with him when the Kas-Kai-Ya ma.s.sacre was avenged. This was the first time he had seen his friend show fear.
”Have you heard?” Whoa demanded.
Geronimo replied, ”It has come to my ears that Chief Gray Wolf is in the Sierra Madres.”
”He is!” Whoa exclaimed. He held up both hands with all fingers spread.
”Ten times this many warriors he leads, and ten times again, and twice again! The word is that he comes in peace and only to ask Apaches to return to the reservation in Arizona. Benito believed him and let his band surrender in peace. Gray Wolf's soldiers shot the men! They cut the throats of the women and children!”
For a moment Geronimo remained silent. Ten times ten, and ten times a hundred, and twice a thousand. Not even Chief Gray Wolf, known to the white men as General George Crook, could lead two thousand soldiers into the Sierra Madres un.o.bserved. Nor was General Crook a white chief who said one thing but meant another. He kept his promises, and he would not ma.s.sacre prisoners. But it would not be well for even Geronimo to give Whoa the lie.
Finally Geronimo asked, ”This you saw?”
”This I saw,” said Whoa.
”You saw it with your own eyes?” Geronimo asked.
”Not with my own eyes,” Whoa admitted. ”One of my warriors saw.”
”Name him,” Geronimo said.
”It was not really one of my warriors,” Whoa said. ”A warrior from Naiche's camp, or Zele's, or Loco's, saw. He told my warrior.”
Geronimo said, ”I would live in Arizona again, if I could live as befits an Apache. I would even live on the reservation, but not on the Gila River flats.”
”You would put yourself in the white man's power?” Whoa asked unbelievingly.
Geronimo said, ”I put myself in no man's power. But if I might once more live in Arizona, I would keep peace with the white man and let him go his way if he kept peace and let me go mine.”
”You speak madness!” Whoa gasped.
”I speak no madness,” said Geronimo. ”And I do not think that even Chief Gray Wolf can catch me now that I know he is here. We saw _you_ coming.”
”As you shall see me go,” Whoa promised. ”I have ridden this far to ask you to go with us.”
”Whither?”
”Far to the south, where no white soldier ever has been or ever shall be,” Whoa said.
Geronimo said, ”I do not think I would like the south.”