an his further course. Upon two things
he was firmly resolved. First, that he should break up this council
which held such possibilities of danger to the peace of the country. And
secondly, and chiefly, he must lay hold of this Sioux plotter, not only
because of the possibilities of mischief that lay in him, but because of
the injury he had done him and his.

Forward, then, he went and soon came upon the camp, and after observing
the lay of it, noting especially the tent in which the Sioux Chief had
disposed himself, he groped back to his cave, in a nook of which--for
he was nearly done out with weariness, and because much yet lay before
him--he laid himself down and slept soundly till the morning.

CHAPTER XIII

IN THE BIG WIGWAM

Long before the return of the half-breed and his men Cameron was astir
and to some purpose. A scouting expedition around the Indian camp
rewarded him with a significant and useful discovery. In a bluff some
distance away he found the skins and heads of four steers, and by
examination of the brands upon the skins discovered two of them to be
from his own herd.

"All right, my braves," he muttered. "There will be a reckoning for this
some day not so far away. Meantime this will help this day's work."

A night's sleep and an hour's quiet consideration had shown him the
folly of a straight frontal attack upon the Indians gathered for
conspiracy. They were too deeply stirred for anything like the usual
brusque manner of the Police to be effective. A slight indiscretion,
indeed, might kindle such a conflagration as would sweep the whole
country with the devastating horror of an Indian war. He recalled the
very grave manner of Inspector Dickson and resolved upon an entirely
new plan of action. At all costs he must allay suspicion that the Police
were at all anxious about the situation in the North. Further, he must
break the influence of the Sioux Chief over these Indians. Lastly, he
was determined that this arch-plotter should not escape him again.

The sun was just visible over the lowest of the broken foothills when
Jerry and the two constables made their appearance, bringing, with them
Cameron's horse. After explaining to them fully his plan and emphasizing
the gravity of the situation and the importance of a quiet, cool and
resolute demeanor, they set off toward the Indian encampment.

"I have no intention of stirring these chaps up," laid Cameron, "but I
am determined to arrest