After a few minutes of eager listening he suddenly sat back in his saddle and felt for his pipe.
"All right, Jerry," he said softly, "come out." Grinning somewhat shamefacedly Jerry parted a bunch of spruce boughs and stood at Cameron's side.
"Good ears," he said, glancing up into Cameron's face.
"No, Jerry," replied Cameron, "I saw the blue-jay." "Huh," grunted Jerry, "dat fool bird tell everyt'ing." "Any Indian following ?" Jerry held up two fingers.
"Two Indian run tree mile--find notting--go back." "Good! Where are our men ?" "Down Coulee Swampy Creek." "All right, Jerry.

Any news at the fort last two or three days ?" "Beeg meetin' St.Laurent.Much half-breed.

Some Indian too.

Louis Riel mak beeg spik--beeg noise--blood! blood! blood! Much beeg fool." Jerry's tone indicated the completeness of his contempt for the whole proceedings at St.Laurent.
"Something doing, eh, Jerry ?" "Bah!" grunted Jerry contemptuously.
"Well, there's something doing here," continued Cameron.

"Trotting Wolf's young men have left the reserve and Trotting Wolf is very anxious that we should not know it.