“Yes,” replied Geronimo, “it is the end.”
“What talk passed between Geronimo and the white-eyed war chief?” asked Shoz-Dijiji.
“We shook hands; and then we sat down, and the white-eyed war chief said to Geronimo: ‘The President of the United States has sent me to speak to you. He has heard of your trouble with the white men, and says that if you will agree to a few words of treaty we need have no more trouble. Geronimo, if you will agree to a few words of treaty all will be satisfactorily arranged.’
“He told me how we could be brothers to each other. We raised our hands to heaven and said that the treaty was not to be broken. We took an oath not to do any wrong to each other or to scheme against each other.”
“And you believed the pindah-lickoyee?” demanded Shoz-Dijiji. “Each time that we go upon the war trail they promise us many things to induce us to lay down our arms—and do they keep their promises? No! Nor will they keep this promise.”
“I do not know. All that I can do is hope, for no longer can we fight against them,” answered Geronimo, wearily.
“What else said the pindah-lickoyee?” asked the Apache Devil.
“He talked with me for a long time and told me what he would do for me in the future if I would agree to the treaty. I did not greatly believe him, but because the President of the United States had sent me word I agreed to make the treaty and to keep it.
“He said to me: ‘I will take you under government protection; I will build you a house; I will fence you much land; I will give you cattle, horses, mules, and farming implements. You will be furnished with men to work the farm, for you yourself will not have to work. In the fall I will send you blankets and clothing so that you will not suffer from cold in the winter time.
“ ‘There is plenty of timber, water, and grass in the land to which I shall send you,’ he told me. He said that I should live with my tribe and with my family and that if I agreed to the treaty I should be with my family within five days.