old Copperhead, and at the right moment we must
act boldly and promptly. He is too dangerous and much too clever to be
allowed his freedom among these Indians of ours at this particular time.
Now, then, Jerry and I will ride in looking for cattle and prepared to
charge these Indians with cattle-stealing. This will put them on the
defensive. Then the arrest will follow. You two will remain within sound
of whistle, but failing specific direction let each man act on his own
initiative."

Jerry listened with delight. His Chief was himself again. Before the
day was over he was to see him in an entirely new role. Nothing in life
afforded Jerry such keen delight as a bit of cool daring successfully
carried through. Hence with joyous heart he followed Cameron into the
Indian camp.

The morning hour is the hour of coolest reason. The fires of emotion and
imagination have not yet begun to burn. The reactions from anything
like rash action previously committed under the stimulus of a heated
imagination are caution and timidity, and upon these reactions Cameron
counted when he rode boldly into the Indian camp.

With one swift glance his eye swept the camp and lighted upon the Sioux
Chief in the center of a group of younger men, his tall commanding
figure and haughty carriage giving him an outstanding distinction over
those about him. At his side stood a young Piegan Chief, Eagle Feather
by name, whom Cameron knew of old as a restless, talkative Indian, an
ambitious aspirant for leadership without the qualities necessary to
such a position. Straight to this group Cameron rode.

"Good morning!" he said, saluting the group. "Ah, good morning, Eagle
Feather!"

Eagle Feather grunted an indistinct reply.

"Big Hunt, eh? Are you in command of this party, Eagle Feather? No? Who
then is?"

The Piegan turned and pointed to a short thick set man standing by
another fire, whose large well shaped head and penetrating eye indicated
both force and discretion.

"Ah, Running Stream," cried Cameron. "Come over here, Running Stream. I
am glad to see you, for I wish to talk to a man of wisdom."

Slowly and with dignified, almost unwilling step Running Stream
approached. As he began to move, but not before, Cameron went to meet
him.

"I wish to talk with you," said Cameron in a quiet firm tone.

"Huh," grunted Running Stream.

"I have a matter of importance to speak to you about," continued
Cameron.

Running Stream's keen glance searc