"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.