s began
to go off, bullets could be heard whistling overhead. Red Crow's voice
apparently could make no impression upon the maddened crowd of Indians.
A minor Chief, White Horse by name, having whirled in behind the
Sergeant, seized hold of Mr. Cadwaller's bridle and began to threaten
him with excited gesticulations. Mr. Cadwaller drew his gun.

"Let go that line, you blank blank redskin!" he roared, flourishing his
revolver.

In a moment, with a single plunge, the Inspector was at his side and,
flinging off the Indian, shouted:

"Put up that gun, Mr. Cadwaller! Quick!" Mr. Cadwaller hesitated.
"Sergeant Crisp, arrest that man!" The Inspector's voice rang out like a
trumpet. His gun covered Mr. Cadwaller.

"Give me that gun!" said the Sergeant.

Mr. Cadwaller handed over his gun.

"Let him go," said the Inspector to Sergeant Crisp. "He will probably
behave."

The Indians had gathered close about the group. White Horse, in the
centre, was talking fast and furious and pointing to Mr. Cadwaller.

"Get the bunch off, Sergeant!" said the Inspector quietly. "I will hold
them here for a few minutes."

Quietly the Sergeant backed out of the circle, leaving the Inspector
and Mr. Cadwaller with White Horse and Red Crow in the midst of the
crowding, yelling Indians.

"White Horse say this man steal Bull Back's horses last fall!" shouted
Red Crow in the Inspector's ear.

"Too much noise here," said the Inspector, moving toward the Indian
camp and away from the corral and drawing the crowd with him. "Tell your
people to be quiet, Red Crow. I thought you were the Chief."

Stung by the taunt, Red Crow raised his rifle and fired into the air.
Then, standing high in his stirrups, he held up his hand and called out
a number of names. Instantly ten men rode to his side. Again Red Crow
spoke. The ten men rode out again among the crowd. Immediately the
shouting ceased.

"Good!" said the Inspector. "I see my brother is strong. Now, where is
Bull Back?"

The Chief called out a name. There was no response.

"Bull Back not here," he said.

"Then listen, my brother," said the Inspector earnestly. "This man,"
pointing to Mr. Cadwaller, "waits with me at the Fort two days to meet
White Horse, Bull Back, and any Indians who know about this man; and
what is right will be done. I have spoken. Farewell!" He gave his hand
to Chief Red Crow. "My brother knows," he added, "the Police do not
lie."

So saying, he wheeled his horse a