That old villain has fooled us to-day and he'll fool us again.

And he has fooled Pinault, the smartest breed we've got.

He's far too clever to be around loose among our Indians." Again they rode along in silence, the Superintendent thinking deeply.
"I know where he is!" he exclaimed suddenly, pulling up his horse.

"I know where he is--this blessed minute.

He's on the Sun Dance Trail and in the Sun Dance Canyon, and they're having the biggest kind of a powwow." "The Sun Dance!" echoed the Sergeant.