"You will not see Tzoe," said Benito. "Though Chato warned him that it
was a foolish thing to do, he left us and went to visit his friends who
remain at San Carlos. He is now a prisoner of the white soldiers."
Geronimo staggered, as though from a sudden blow on the head. He
gasped. Though a young warrior, Tzoe had been among the loudest and
fiercest in declaring that never again would he submit to the white
man's rule. But he had surrendered to the same loneliness and yearning
for his loved ones that was afflicting all the renegades. Who would be
next?
"Is Geronimo ill?" Benito asked.
"I am not ill," Geronimo said.
But he saw a dark cloud hovering over all Apaches.