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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.
All west of Manitoba." "How much territory do you cover?" enquired the astonished Mr. Cadwaller. "We regularly patrol some three hundred thousand square miles, besides taking an occasional expedition into the far north." "And how many Indians?" "About the same number as you have, I imagine, in Montana and Dakota. In Alberta, about nine thousand." "And less than five hundred police!
Cadwaller, you remember you are to remain at the Fort two days so that the charges brought by White Horse may be investigated." "What?" exclaimed Mr. Cadwaller. "Wait for them blank blank devils? Say, Inspector, you don't mean that?" "You heard me promise the Indians," said the Inspector. "Why, yes. Mighty smart, too! But say, you were jest joshing, weren't you?" "No, Sir," replied the Inspector.
It looked rather ugly for a minute," said the Sergeant. "Ride on," said the Inspector. "We will get our man to-morrow. Steady, Mr. Cadwaller, not too fast." The Inspector slowed his horse down to a walk, which he gradually increased to an easy lope and so brought up with Cameron and the others.
But they are so slick so blank slick!" "Mr. Cadwaller, we don't allow any profanity in this court room," said the Commissioner in a quiet voice. "Eh? Who's givin' yuh profanity? I don't mean no profanity. I'm talkin' about them blank blank " "Stop, Mr. Cadwaller!" said the Commissioner. "We must end this interview if you cannot make your statements without profanity.
Inspector Dickson appeared and saluted. "We have information that a party of Blood Indians have stolen a band of horses from these gentlemen from Montana and that these horses are now on the Blood reserve. Take a couple of men and investigate, and if you find the horses bring them back." "Couple of men!" ejaculated Mr. Cadwaller breathlessly. "A couple of hundred, you mean, General!" "What for?"
Cadwaller as the Inspector set off again. "Ain't yuh goin' to sneak up on 'em like?" "Sneak up on them? No, of course not," said the Inspector curtly. "We shall ride right in." "Say, Raimes," said Mr. Cadwaller, "a hole would be a blame nice thing to find just now." "Do you think there will be any trouble?" enquired Mr. Hiram Sligh of Sergeant Crisp. "Trouble?
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."
It was clearly impossible to drive off the bunch through that gradually narrowing cordon of mounted Indians without trouble. "Now, what's to be done?" said Mr. Cadwaller, nervously addressing the Inspector. "Forward!" cried the Inspector in a loud voice. "Towards the corral ahead there!"
I am in command of this party and I must have absolute and prompt obedience. Mr. Cadwaller, it will be at your peril that you make any such move again. Let no man draw a gun until ordered by me! Now, then, cut out those horses and bunch them together!" "Jeerupiter! He's a hull brigade himself," said Mr. Cadwaller in an undertone, dropping back beside Mr. Sligh. "Waal, here goes for the bunch."
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