After some further hesitation
the Indians began to busy themselves once more with their breakfast. In
the group about the campfire beside which Cameron had placed himself was
the Chief, Running Stream. The presence of the Policeman beside his fire
was most embarrassing to the Chief, for no man living has a keener sense
of the obligations of hospitality than has the Indian. But the Indian
hates to eat in the presence of a white man unless the white man shares
his meal. Hence Running Stream approached Cameron with a courteous
request that he would eat with them.

"Thanks, Running Stream, I have eaten, but I am sure Jerry here will
be glad of some breakfast," said Cameron cordially, who had no desire
whatever to dip out of the very doubtful mess in the pot which had been
set down on the ground in the midst of the group around the fire.
Jerry, however, had no scruples in the matter and, like every Indian
and half-breed, was always ready for a meal. Having thus been offered
hospitality and having by proxy accepted it, Cameron was in position to
discuss with the Chief in a judicial if not friendly spirit the matter
he had in hand.

Breakfast over, Cameron offered his tobacco-pouch to the Chief, who,
gravely helping himself to a pipeful, passed it on to his neighbor who,
having done likewise, passed it in turn to the man next him till the
tobacco was finished and the empty pouch returned with due gravity to
the owner.

Relations of friendly diplomacy being thus established, the whole party
sat smoking in solemn silence until the pipes were smoked out. Then
Cameron, knocking the ashes from his pipe, opened up the matter in hand,
with Jerry interpreting.

"The Sioux snake," he began quietly, "will be hungry for his breakfast.
Honest men do not run away before breakfast."

"Huh," grunted Running Stream, non-committal.

"The Police will get him in due time," continued Cameron in a tone of
quiet indifference. "He will cease to trouble our Indian brothers with
foolish lies. The prison gates are strong and will soon close upon this
stranger with the forked tongue."

Again the Chief grunted, still non-committal.

"It would be a pity if any of your young men should give heed to these
silly tales. None of your wise men have done so. In the Sioux country
there is frequent war between the soldiers and the Indians because bad
men wish to wrong the Indians and the Indians grow angry and fight, but
in this country white men are pun