"There is something I want to say," said Ambrose, looking at Watusk.
"But not before that mongrel."
The inspector spoke to a trooper, and Watusk was led outside. "Now, then!" he said to Ambrose.
"Watusk means to turn king's evidence," said Ambrose. "He will make up what story he pleases, thinking that none of the Kakisas can testify except through him—or through Gordon Strange, who is his friend."
"Are you accusing Strange now?" interrupted the inspector. "Let me tell you: Strange is pretty highly thought of back at the fort."
"No doubt!" said Ambrose with a shrug. "There is one member of the tribe beside Watusk who can speak English," he went on. "In the interest of justice I ask you to find her."
"Who is it?"
"Her name is Nesis. She is the youngest of the four wives of Watusk."
Ambrose told her story briefly and baldly.
"So!" said the inspector with a peculiar smile. "According to your own story you eloped with Watusk's wife. Upon my word! Do you expect a jury to attach any weight to her evidence?"
"I take my chance of that," said Ambrose. "If you want to get at the truth you must find her."
"I'll have a search made at once."