and the advent of the day of his humiliation. With sharp
rising inflections, with staccato phrasing and with fierce passionate
intonation, the Sioux wrung the hearts of his hearers. Again Cameron
glanced at the half-breed at his side and again he was startled to note
the transformation in his face. Where there had been glowing pride there
was now bitter savage hate. For that hour at least the half-breed was
all Sioux. His father's blood was the water in his veins, the red was
only his Indian mother's. With face drawn tense and lips bared into
a snarl, with eyes gleaming, he gazed fascinated upon the face of the
singer. In imagination, in instinct, in the deepest emotions of his soul
Jerry was harking back again to the savage in him, and the savage in him
thirsting for revenge upon the white man who had wrought this ruin upon
him and his Indian race. With a fine dramatic instinct the Sioux reached
his climax and abruptly ceased. A low moaning murmur ran round the
circle and swelled into a sobbing cry, then ceased as suddenly as there
stepped into the circle a stranger, evidently a half-breed, who began to
speak. He was a French Cree, he announced, and delivered his message in
the speech, half Cree, half French, affected by his race.

He had come fresh from the North country, from the disturbed district,
and bore, as it appeared, news of the very first importance from those
who were the leaders of his people in the unrest. At his very first
word Jerry drew a long deep breath and by his face appeared to drop from
heaven to earth. As the half-breed proceeded with his tale his speech
increased in rapidity.

"What is he saying, Jerry?" said Cameron after they had listened for
some minutes.

"Oh he beeg damfool!" said Jerry, whose vocabulary had been learned
mostly by association with freighters and the Police. "He tell 'bout
beeg meeting, beeg man Louis Riel mak' beeg noise. Bah! Beeg damfool!"
The whole scene had lost for Jerry its mystic impressiveness and had
become contemptibly commonplace. But not so to Cameron. This was the
part that held meaning for him. So he pulled up the half-breed with a
quick, sharp command.

"Listen close," he said, "and let me know what he says."

And as Jerry interpreted in his broken English the half-breed's speech
it appeared that there was something worth learning. At this big
meeting held in Batoche it seemed a petition of rights, to the Dominion
Parliament no less, had been drawn up,