"You ain't got anything on me," growled Bill, "and if you go spillin'
any remarks around here, it's your death-warrant sure."

Lowell did not take his elbow from the counter. His leaning position
brought out the breadth of his shoulders and emphasized the athletic
lines of his figure. He did not seem ruffled at Bill's open threat. He
regarded Talpers with a steady look which increased Bill's rage and
fear.

"The trouble with you is that you're so dead set on protectin' them
Injuns of yours," said the trader, "that you're around tryin' to throw
suspicion on innocent white folks. The hull county knows that Fire Bear
done that murder, and if you hadn't got him on to the reservation the
jail'd been busted into and he'd been lynched as he ought to have been."

Bill waited for an answer, but none came. The young agent's steady,
thoughtful scrutiny was not broken.

"You've coddled them Injuns ever sence you've been on the job," went on
Bill, casting aside discretion, "and now you're encouragin' them in
downright murder. Here this young cuss, Fire Bear, is traipsin' around
as he pleases, on nothin' more than his word that he'll appear for
trial. But when Jim McFann busts out of jail, you rush out the hull
Injun police force to run him down. And now here you are around, off the
reservation, tryin' to saddle suspicion on your betters. It ain't right,
I claim. Self-respectin' white men ought to have more protection around
here."

Talpers's voice had taken on something of a whine, and Lowell
straightened up in disgust.

"Bill," he said, "you aren't as much of a man as I gave you credit for
being, and what's more you've been in some crooked game, just as sure as
thousand-dollar bills have four figures on them."

Paying no attention to the imprecations which Talpers hurled after him,
the agent went back to his automobile and turned toward the agency. He
had intended going on to the Greek Letter Ranch, but Talpers's words had
caused him to make a change in his plans. At the agency he brought out a
saddle horse, and, following a trail across the undulating hills on the
reservation, reached the wagon-road below the ranch, without arousing
Talpers's suspicion.

As he tied his pony at the gate, Lowell noticed further improvement in
the general appearance of the ranch.

"Somebody more than Wong has been doing this heavy work," he said to
Helen, who had come out to greet him. "It must be that Morgan--your
stepfather is well eno