only squaws and children and old men. He came back to his wife greatly
disturbed.

"The young bucks are gone, Mandy. I must get after this thing quickly. I
wish I had Jerry here. Let's see? You ask for a messenger to be sent
to the fort for the doctor and medicine. I shall enclose a note to the
Inspector. We want the doctor here as soon as possible and we want Jerry
here at the earliest possible moment."

With a great show of urgency a messenger was requisitioned and
dispatched, carrying a note from Cameron to the Commissioner requesting
the presence of the doctor with his medicine bag, but also requesting
that Jerry, the redoubtable half-breed interpreter and scout, with
a couple of constables, should accompany the doctor, the constables,
however, to wait outside the camp until summoned.

During the hours that must elapse before any answer could be had from
the fort, Cameron prepared a couch in a corner of the sick boy's tent
for his wife, and, rolling himself in his blanket, he laid himself
down at the door outside where, wearied with the long day and its many
exciting events, he slept without turning, till shortly after daybreak
he was awakened by a chorus of yelping curs which heralded the arrival
of the doctor from the fort with the interpreter Jerry in attendance.

After breakfast, prepared by Jerry with dispatch and skill, the product
of long experience, there was a thorough examination of the sick boy's
condition through the interpreter, upon the conclusion of which a long
consultation followed between the doctor, Cameron and Mandy. It was
finally decided that the doctor should remain with Mandy in the Indian
camp until a change should become apparent in the condition of the boy,
and that Cameron with the interpreter should pick up the two constables
and follow in the trail of the young Piegan braves. In order to allay
suspicion Cameron and his companion left the camp by the trail which led
toward the fort. For four miles or so they rode smartly until the trail
passed into a thick timber of spruce mixed with poplar. Here Cameron
paused, and, making a slight sign in the direction from which they had
come, he said:

"Drop back, Jerry, and see if any Indian is following."

"Good," grunted Jerry. "Go slow one mile," and, slipping from his
pony, he handed the reins to Cameron and faded like a shadow into the
brushwood.

For a mile Cameron rode, pausing now and then to listen for the sound of
anyone following