“He's really a fine looking Indian, in short a kind of aristocrat among the Indians,” he was saying.
“An aristocrat?” she exclaimed, remembering her own word about the Indian Chief they had met that very evening. “Why, that is like our Chief, Allan.”
“By Jove! You're right!” exclaimed her husband. “What's your man like, again? Describe him, Inspector.”
The Inspector described him in detail.
“The very man we saw to-night!” cried Mandy, and gave her description of the “Big Chief.”
When she had finished the Inspector sat looking into the fire.
“Among the Piegans, too,” he mused. “That fits in. There was a big powwow the other day in the Sun Dance Canyon. The Piegans' is the nearest reserve, and a lot of them were there. The Superintendent says he is somewhere along the Sun Dance.”
“Inspector,” said Allan, with sudden determination, “we will drop in on the Piegans to-morrow morning by sun-up.”
Mandy started. This pace was more rapid than she had expected, but, having made the sacrifice, there was with her no word of recall.
The Inspector pondered the suggestion.