“Foreman,” said Mr. Raimes, who seemed to regard conversation in the light of an interference with the more important business in which he was industriously engaged.
“But you saw the horses yourself on the Blood reserve?”
“Followed up and seen 'em.”
“How long since you saw them there, Mr. Raimes?”
“Two days.”
“You are quite sure about the horses?”
“Sure.”
“Call Inspector Dickson!” ordered the Commissioner.
Inspector Dickson appeared and saluted.
“We have information that a party of Blood Indians have stolen a band of horses from these gentlemen from Montana and that these horses are now on the Blood reserve. Take a couple of men and investigate, and if you find the horses bring them back.”