rest upon us, gentlemen. I do not
believe that we shall fail."

The little company broke up with resolute and grim determination stamped
on every face. There would be no weakening at any spot where a Mounted
Policeman was on duty.

"Cameron, just a moment," said the Superintendent as he was passing out.
"Sit down. You were quite right in that Eagle Feather matter. You did
the right thing in pushing that hard."

"I somehow felt I could do it, sir," replied Cameron simply. "I had the
feeling in my bones that we could have taken the whole camp that day."

The Superintendent nodded. "I understand. And that is the way we should
feel. But don't do anything rash this week. This is a week of crisis.
If any further reverse should happen to our troops it will be extremely
difficult, if indeed possible, to hold back the younger braves. If there
should be a rising--which may God forbid--my plan then would be to back
right on to the Blackfeet Reserve. If old Crowfoot keeps steady--and
with our presence to support him I believe he would--we could hold
things safe for a while. But, Cameron, that Sioux devil Copperhead must
be got rid of. It is he that is responsible for this restless spirit
among the younger Chiefs. He has been in the East, you say, for the last
three weeks, but he will soon be back. His runners are everywhere. His
work lies here, and the only hope for the rebellion lies here, and he
knows it. My scouts inform me that there is something big immediately
on. A powwow is arranged somewhere before final action. I have reason to
suspect that if we sustain another reverse and if the minor Chiefs from
all the reserves come to an agreement, Crowfoot will yield. That is the
game that the Sioux is working on now."

"I know that quite well, sir," replied Cameron. "Copperhead has captured
practically all the minor Chiefs."

"The checking of that big cattle-run, Cameron, was a mighty good stroke
for us. You did that magnificently."

"No, sir," replied Cameron firmly. "We owe that to Raven."

"Yes, yes, we do owe a good deal to--to--that--to Raven. Fine fellow
gone wrong. Yes, we owe a lot to him, but we owe a lot to you as
well, Cameron. I am not saying you will ever get any credit for it,
but--well--who cares so long as the thing is done? But this Sioux must
be got at all costs--at all costs, Cameron, remember. I have never
asked you to push this thing to the limit, but now at all costs, dead or
alive, that Sioux must b