The major released the boy's hand and walked back to his seat at the table. The expression on his face showed that he was disappointed.
"That aint all I have to tell, major," said Elam quickly. "When I got back to my shanty after taking in my traps, I found that two men had been there stealing my spelter that I have worked hard for."
The major, who probably knew what was coming next, turned away his head and waved his hand up and down in the air to indicate that he did not care to hear any more of the story; but Elam, having an object to accomplish, went on with dogged perseverance:
"Now, major, those two fellows are coming to this fort, calculating to sell them furs,—my furs, mind you,—and I came here to ask you not to let them do it."
"I can't interfere in any private quarrels," said the officer. "I have something else to think of."
"But, major, it is mine and not theirs," persisted Elam.
"I don't care whose it is," was the impatient reply. "I shan't have anything to do with it."
"Won't you keep them from selling it?"
"No, I won't. I shan't bother my head about it. I have enough on my mind already, and I can't neglect important government matters for the sake of attending to private affairs. Did you say those men were afoot when they came to your shanty? Probably the Cheyennes have got them before this time. Orderly!"
The door opened, and when the soldier who had shown Elam into the room made his appearance, the major commanded him to show the visitor out.