But Running Elk had already learned that another stranger was in camp, and even then he was approaching, looking considerably embarrassed, for he feared it might be Mr. Mabie himself.
However, he was soon set at his ease. What Frank had to say about the bad half-breed also gave him new pleasure.
"Not wait long now," he said, nodding his head sagely, while his beady eyes fairly glittered with satisfaction, as in imagination he saw his hated foe being taken away from the Cree village by the much-feared sheriff's posse.
CHAPTER XVIII
AN INVITATION TO COME OUT
"About time those boys were showing up, eh, Bluff?"
"There they come now, Mr. Mabie, and—Jerusalem!"
"What ails you now?" asked the stockman, coming out of the tent.