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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
But there was sorrow in the winning of the battle — sorrow which gripped the heart of the Great Brother as he thankfully took the Little Stranger in his arms. The Apaches had at least won in one thing — they had taken his comrade, the man who had faced the worst of the battle beside him at the mouth of the cave, into captivity, and to torture. The cheers of the warriors and the mourning cries of those who had
Apaches carried away their dead, the Great Brother and the Chief of the Apaches laid hand on wrist, and wrist on hand, in token of peace. The rescue had been made. The great battle between Apache and Pueblo had gone from glaring sun into twilight, from twilight into night, finally to end in victory for the greater numbers of the reinforced braves of Isleta. Warfare between Apache and Pueblo was over now. Taoa's course
THE APACHES SURRENDER
found relatives among the slain, did not seem to touch him. He struggled not to look into the face of the Little Stranger, that her sorrow might not lure him back to the city.
"I must go on/' he said; "I must save Cochi, and then go on — on to the finding of the sky-stone. ' '
He whirled and was gone. A few of the warriors followed him. Others rushed toward the city, again to sound the tocsin and again to come forth for battle. This time it was to be to the end.
That night, while vanquished
ahead was free from danger. The hills lay beyond ; he could search them at will, free from the arrows of the roaming tribes, free from all save that sting of conscience which would keep him from turning back until he had exhausted every effort to find that which he sought. Again Taoa, the Great Brother, turned his back upon his people, and threaded his way into the distance. And again, a tear falling now and then, her eyes downcast, her heart as of the stones which formed the foundation of Isleta, the Little Stranger heard the glad cries