ished who do wrong to Indians. This
Running Stream knows to be true."

"Huh," grunted Running Stream acquiescing.

"When Indians do wrong to white men it is just that the Indians should
be punished as well. The Police do justly between the white man and the
Indian. My brother knows this to be true."

"Huh," again grunted Running Stream with an uneasy look on his face.

"Therefore when young and foolish braves steal and kill cattle they must
be punished. They must be taught to keep the law." Here Cameron's voice
grew gentle as a child's, but there was in its tone something that made
the Chief glance quickly at his face.

"Huh, my young men no steal cattle," he said sullenly.

"No? I am glad to hear that. I believe that is true, and that is why I
smoke with my brother beside his camp fire. But some young men in this
band have stolen cattle, and I want my brother to find them that I might
take them with me to the Commissioner."

"Not know any Indian take cattle," said Running Stream in surly
defiance.

"There are four skins and four heads lying in the bluff up yonder,
Running Stream. I am going to take those with me to the Commissioner and
I am sure he would like to see you about those skins." Cameron's manner
continued to be mild but there ran through his speech an undertone of
stern resolution that made the Indian squirm a bit.

"Not know any Indian take cattle," repeated Running Stream, but with
less defiance.

"Then it would be well for my brother to find out the thieves, for," and
here Cameron paused and looked the Chief steadily in the face for a few
moments, "for we are to take them back with us or we will ask the Chief
to come and explain to the Commissioner why he does not know what his
young men are doing."

"No Blackfeet Indian take cattle," said the Chief once more.

"Good," said Cameron. "Then it must be the Bloods, or the Piegans or the
Stonies. We will call their Chiefs together."

There was no hurry in Cameron's manner. He had determined to spend
the day if necessary in running down these thieves. At his suggestion
Running Stream called together the Chiefs of the various bands of
Indians represented. From his supplies Cameron drew forth some more
tobacco and, passing it round the circle of Chiefs, calmly waited until
all had smoked their pipes out, after which he proceeded to lay the case
before them.

"My brothers are not thieves. The Police believe them to be honest
men, but unfortunatel