"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?"