w that the Inspector had
arrived. The old Indian, too, had caught the sound. His piercing eyes
swiftly searched the face of the white man beside him. But Cameron,
glancing quietly at him, continued to discuss the condition of the boy.

"Yes, you must get the doctor here at once. There is danger of
blood-poisoning. The boy may lose his foot." And he continued to
describe the gruesome possibilities of neglect of that lacerated wound.
As he rose from the couch the boy caught his arm.

"You' squaw good. Come see me," he said. "Good--good." The eager look in
the fevered eye touched Cameron.

"All right, boy, I shall tell her," he said. "Good-by!" He took the
boy's hand in his. But the boy held it fast in a nervous grasp.

"You' squaw come--sure. Hurt here--bad." He struck his forehead with his
hand. "You' squaw come--make good."

"All right," said Cameron. "I shall bring her myself. Good-by!"

Together they passed out of the teepee, Cameron keeping close to the
Indian's side and talking to him loudly and earnestly about the boy's
condition, all the while listening to the Inspector's voice from behind
the row of teepees.

"Ah!" he exclaimed aloud as they came in sight of the Inspector mounted
on his horse. "Here is my friend, Inspector Dickson. Hello, Inspector!"
he called out. "Come over here. We have a sick boy and I want you to
help us."

"Hello, Cameron!" cried the Inspector, riding up and dismounting.
"What's up?"

Trotting Wolf and the other Indians slowly drew near.

"There is a sick boy in here," said Cameron, pointing to the teepee
behind him. "He is the son of this man, Chief--" He paused. "I don't
know your name."

Without an instant's hesitation the Indian replied:

"Chief Onawata."

"His boy got his foot in a trap. My wife dressed the wound last night,"
continued Cameron. "Come in and see him."

But the Indian put up his hand.

"No," he said quietly. "My boy not like strange man. Bad head--here.
Want sleep--sleep."

"Ah!" said the Inspector. "Quite right. Let him sleep. Nothing better
than sleep. A good long sleep will fix him up."

"He needs the doctor, however," said Cameron.

"Ah, yes, yes. Well, we shall send the doctor."

"Everything all right, Inspector?" said Cameron, throwing his friend a
significant glance.

"Quite right!" replied the Inspector. "But I must be going. Good-by,
Chief!" As his one hand closed on the Indian's his other slid down upon
his wrist. "I want you, Chief,"