y among them there have crept in some who are not
honest. In the bluff yonder are four hides and four heads of steers, two
of them from my own herd. Some bad Indians have stolen and killed these
steers and they are here in this camp to-day, and I am going to take
them with me to the Commissioner. Running Stream is a great Chief and
speaks no lies and he tells me that none of his young men have taken
these cattle. Will the Chief of the Stonies, the Chief of the Bloods,
the Chief of the Piegans say the same for their young men?"

"The Stonies take no cattle," answered an Indian whom Cameron recognized
as the leading representative of that tribe present.

"How many Stonies here?"

The Indian held up six fingers.

"Ha, only six. What about the Bloods and the Piegans?" demanded Cameron.
"It is not for me," he continued, when there was no reply, "to discover
the cattle-thieves. It is for the Big Chief of this camp, it is for you,
Running Stream, and when you have found the thieves I shall arrest them
and bring them to the Commissioner, for I will not return without them.
Meantime I go to bring here the skins."

So saying, Cameron rode leisurely away, leaving Jerry to keep an eye
upon the camp. For more than an hour they talked among themselves, but
without result. Finally they came to Jerry, who, during his years
with the Police, had to a singular degree gained the confidence of the
Indians. But Jerry gave them little help. There had been much stealing
of cattle by some of the tribes, not by all. The Police had been
patient, but they had become weary. They had their suspicions as to the
thieves.

Eagle Feather was anxious to know what Indians were suspected.

"Not the Stonies and not the Blackfeet," replied Jerry quietly. It was
a pity, he continued, that innocent men should suffer for the guilty. He
knew Running Stream was no thief, but Running Stream must find out the
thieves in the band under his control. How would Running Stream like to
have the great Chief of the Blackfeet, Crowfoot, know that he could not
control the young men under his command and did not know what they were
doing?

This suggestion of Jerry had a mighty effect upon the Blackfeet Chief,
for old Crowfoot was indeed a great Chief and a mighty power with his
band, and to fall into disfavor with him would be a serious matter for
any junior Chief in the tribe.

Again they withdrew for further discussion and soon it became evident
that Jerry's cunn