him silent for many minutes as he
kept turning over the leaves.

As he sat thus turning the leaves and allowing his eye to fall upon
those simple but eloquent entries, a loud and strident voice was heard
outside.

"Waal, I tell yuh, I want to see him right naow. I ain't come two
hundred miles for nawthin'. I mean business, I do."

The orderly's voice was heard in reply.

"I ain't got no time to wait. I want to see yer Chief of Police right
naow."

Again the orderly's voice could be distinguished.

"In court, is he? Waal, you hurry up and tell him J. B. Cadwaller of
Lone Pine, Montana, an American citizen, wants to see him right smart."

The orderly came in and saluted.

"A man to see you, Sir," he said. "An American."

"What business?"

"Horse-stealing case, Sir."

"Show him in!"

In a moment the orderly returned, followed by, not one, but three
American citizens.

"Good-day, Jedge! My name's J. B. Cadwaller, Lone Pine, Montana. I--"

"Take your hat off in the court!" said the orderly sharply.

Mr. Cadwaller slowly surveyed the orderly with an expression of
interested curiosity in his eyes, removing his hat as he did so.

"Say, you're pretty swift, ain't yuh? You might give a feller a show
to git in his interductions," said Mr. Cadwaller. "I was jes goin' to
interdooce to you, Jedge, these gentlemen from my own State, District
Attorney Hiram S. Sligh and Mr. Rufus Raimes, rancher."

The Commissioner duly acknowledged the introduction, standing to receive
the strangers with due courtesy.

"Now, Jedge, I want to see yer Chief of Police. I've got a case for
him."

"I have the honor to be the Commissioner. What can I do for you?"

"Waal, Jedge, we don't want to waste no time, neither yours nor ours.
The fact is some of yer blank blank Indians have been rustlin' hosses
from us fer some time back. We don't mind a cayuse now and then, but
when it comes to a hull bunch of vallable hosses there's where we kick
and we ain't goin' to stand fer it. And we want them hosses re-stored.
And what's more, we want them blank blank copper snakes strung up."

"How many horses have you lost?"

"How many? Jeerupiter! Thirty or forty fer all I know, they've been
rustlin' 'em for a year back."

"Why didn't you report before?"

"Why we thought we'd git 'em ourselves, and if we had we wouldn't 'a
troubled yuh--and I guess they wouldn't 'a troubled us much longer. But
they are so slick--so blank slick!"

"Mr. Cadw