“Give me that gun!” said the Sergeant.
Mr. Cadwaller handed over his gun.
“Let him go,” said the Inspector to Sergeant Crisp. “He will probably behave.”
The Indians had gathered close about the group. White Horse, in the centre, was talking fast and furious and pointing to Mr. Cadwaller.
“Get the bunch off, Sergeant!” said the Inspector quietly. “I will hold them here for a few minutes.”
Quietly the Sergeant backed out of the circle, leaving the Inspector and Mr. Cadwaller with White Horse and Red Crow in the midst of the crowding, yelling Indians.
“White Horse say this man steal Bull Back's horses last fall!” shouted Red Crow in the Inspector's ear.
“Too much noise here,” said the Inspector, moving toward the Indian camp and away from the corral and drawing the crowd with him. “Tell your people to be quiet, Red Crow. I thought you were the Chief.”
Stung by the taunt, Red Crow raised his rifle and fired into the air. Then, standing high in his stirrups, he held up his hand and called out a number of names. Instantly ten men rode to his side. Again Red Crow spoke. The ten men rode out again among the crowd. Immediately the shouting ceased.
“Good!” said the Inspector. “I see my brother is strong. Now, where is Bull Back?”