demanding three troopers and Jerry, with whom to execute
vengeance upon those who had brought death to a gallant gentleman and
his gallant steed, for both of whom there had sprung up in Cameron's
heart a great and admiring affection.

"No, sir," Cameron had replied, "nothing rash; we will do a little
justice, that is all," but with so stern a face that the Superintendent
had watched him away with some anxiety and had privately ordered a
strong patrol to keep the Piegan camp under surveillance till Cameron
had done his work. But there was no call for aid from any patrol, as it
turned out; and before this bright summer morning had half passed away
Cameron shut up his glasses, ready for action.

"I think they are all in now, Jerry," he said. "We will go down. Go and
bring in the men. There is that devil Eagle Feather just riding in."
Cameron's teeth went hard together on the name of the Chief, in whom
the leniency of Police administration of justice had bred only a deeper
treachery.

Within half an hour Cameron with his three troopers and Jerry rode
jingling into the Piegan camp and disposed themselves at suitable
points of vantage. Straight to the Chief's tent Cameron rode, and found
Trotting Wolf standing at its door.

"I want that cattle-thief, Eagle Feather," he announced in a clear, firm
voice that rang through the encampment from end to end.

"Eagle Feather not here," was Trotting Wolf's sullen but disturbed
reply.

"Trotting Wolf, I will waste no time on you," said Cameron, drawing his
gun. "I take Eagle Feather or you. Make your choice and quick about
it!" There was in Cameron's voice a ring of such compelling command that
Trotting Wolf weakened visibly.

"I know not where Eagle Feather--"

"Halt there!" cried Cameron to an Indian who was seen to be slinking
away from the rear of the line of tents.

The Indian broke into a run. Like a whirlwind Cameron was on his trail
and before he had gained the cover of the woods had overtaken him.

"Halt!" cried Cameron again as he reached the Indian's side. The Indian
stopped and drew a knife. "You would, eh? Take that, will you?" Leaning
down over his horse's neck Cameron struck the Indian with the butt of
his gun. Before he could rise the three constables in a converging rush
were upon him and had him handcuffed.

"Now then, where is Eagle Feather?" cried Cameron in a furious voice,
riding his horse into the crowd that had gathered thick about him. "Ah,
I see