"If I go there," he said, pointing for a moment into the south, "I go _alone_. But if I go there--" and he pointed into the north--"I go _with you_. Oachi, my beloved, I am going with you." He drew her close again, and asked, almost in a whisper: "And when we awaken in the Valley of Silent Men, how shall it be, my Oachi?" And with the sweet love-note, Oachi said in Cree: "Hand in hand, my master." Hand in hand they returned to the waiting Indian and the fire.