tonor shook hands with him, affecting not to notice the signs of
truculence. The other Indians, encouraged by the presence of their head
man, drew closer.

"I want Ernest Imbrie," Stonor said sternly. "Where is he?"

Myengeen could speak no English, but the spoken name and the tone were
significant enough. He fell back a step, and scowled at Stonor as if he
suspected him of a desire to make fun of him. Then his eyes went
involuntarily to Hooliam. Stonor, following his glance, was struck by
the odd, self-conscious leer on Hooliam's comely face. Suddenly it
flashed on him that this was his man. His face went blank with
astonishment. The supposed Hooliam laughed outright.

"Is _this_ Imbrie??" cried Stonor.

Myengeen nodded sullenly.

Hooliam said something in Kakisa that caused the surrounding Indians to
grin covertly.

And in truth there was a comic aspect to Stonor's dismay. His brain was
whirling. This hardy young villain married to the exquisite Clare! This
the saviour of the Indians! This the high-minded gentleman whose diary
Clare had read to him! It was inexplicable. Yet Stonor suddenly
remembered Hooliam's curiosity concerning the reports that were in
circulation about the White Medicine Man; this was understandable now.
But how could Clare have so stooped----? Well, it must be left to time
to unravel.

He pulled himself together. "So you're Imbrie," he said grimly.

"That was my dad's name," was the impudent reply.

"I'll have to trouble you to take a journey with me."

"What's the charge?"

"Oh, we merely want to look into your doings up here."

"You have no right to arrest me without some evidence of wrong-doing."

"Well, I'm going to arrest you anyhow, and take my chances of proving
something on you."

Hooliam scowled and pulled at his lip.

Stonor thought: "You'd give a lot to know how much I know, my man!"

Myengeen addressed Imbrie. Stonor watched him narrowly. He could only
understand one word, the man's name, "Eembrie," but Myengeen's whole
attitude to the other was significant. There was respect in it;
admiration, not unmixed with awe. Stonor wondered afresh. Clearly there
could be no doubt this was their White Medicine Man.

Imbrie said to Stonor, with his cynical laugh: "I suppose you want to
know what he's saying. I don't understand it all. I'm just learning
their lingo. But he's offering me the homage of the tribe or something
like that."

"It's more than you deserve," thought