e Inspector, however, arrested and held her.

"He's really a fine looking Indian, in short a kind of aristocrat among
the Indians," he was saying.

"An aristocrat?" she exclaimed, remembering her own word about the
Indian Chief they had met that very evening. "Why, that is like our
Chief, Allan."

"By Jove! You're right!" exclaimed her husband. "What's your man like,
again? Describe him, Inspector."

The Inspector described him in detail.

"The very man we saw to-night!" cried Mandy, and gave her description of
the "Big Chief."

When she had finished the Inspector sat looking into the fire.

"Among the Piegans, too," he mused. "That fits in. There was a big
powwow the other day in the Sun Dance Canyon. The Piegans' is the
nearest reserve, and a lot of them were there. The Superintendent says
he is somewhere along the Sun Dance."

"Inspector," said Allan, with sudden determination, "we will drop in on
the Piegans to-morrow morning by sun-up."

Mandy started. This pace was more rapid than she had expected, but,
having made the sacrifice, there was with her no word of recall.

The Inspector pondered the suggestion.

"Well," he said, "it would do no harm to reconnoiter at any rate. But we
can't afford to make any false move, and we can't afford to fail."

"Fail!" said Cameron quietly. "We won't fail. We'll get him." And the
lines in his face reminded his wife of how he looked that night three
years before when he cowed the great bully Perkins into submission at
her father's door.

Long they sat and planned. As the Inspector said, there must be no
failure; hence the plan must provide for every possible contingency. By
far the keenest of the three in mental activity was Mandy. By a curious
psychological process the Indian Chief, who an hour before had awakened
in her admiration and a certain romantic interest, had in a single
moment become an object of loathing, almost of hatred. That he should be
in this land planning for her people, for innocent and defenseless women
and children, the horrors of massacre filled her with a fierce anger.
But a deeper analysis would doubtless have revealed a personal element
in her anger and loathing. The Indian had become the enemy for whose
capture and for whose destruction her husband was now enlisted. Deep
down in her quiet, strong, self-controlled nature there burned a passion
in which mingled the primitive animal instincts of the female, mate for
mate, and mother for offs