Calvin's face fell. "I don't think I need to go. Hosy can carry the orders just as well as me," he said, boyishly sullen.
"I want you to go!" was the stern answer, and it was plain that Streeter was commander even of his reckless son.
As he rose from the table, Calvin said, in a low voice, to Jennie, "I'll be here to breakfast all right, and I'll see that you get over to the agency."
Streeter the elder upon reflection considered that his guests had not sufficiently accounted for themselves, and, after Calvin left, again turned a penetrating glance on Curtis, saying, in a peculiar way, "Where did you say you were from?"
"San Francisco," replied Curtis, promptly, and cut in ahead with a question of his own. "You seem to be well supplied with munitions of war. Do you need all those guns now?"
"Need every shell. We're going to oust these devils pretty soon, and they know it, and they're ugly."
"What do you mean by ousting 'em?"
"We're pushing a bill to have 'em removed."
"Where to?"
"Oh, to the Red River reservation, or the Powder Valley; we're not particular, so that we get rid of 'em."