"Risk," said he, "is the only measure of value. Unless I risk my money, my liberty or my life, how can I feel my pleasure in such wealth?"
I told him I saw no gain in being such a damned fool.
"You should learn to suffer me gladly. Rain and I must go to the Piegan camp. You see, old chap, the Wolf Trail starts from there, and I don't want my wife to take that trail alone."
"You want to die with her?"
"If I may. At least, to see her off on her way to the Sand Hills."
"Where is that?" I asked, for I had heard of the Sand Hills as the place of the Blackfoot dead.
"I don't know where," he answered, "but if you think, you'll know that there must be a place of waiting where those who rest are watching for those who suffer."
"Are you sure," I asked him, "that we outlive death?"
"It stands to reason, Buckie. Love is God. Therefore, love is eternal. Therefore, the love in us is our portion of the eternal. We are like lamps, and love is the light we carry through the darkness."
"But lamps go out."