Ever and again a word would recall her, but only for a brief moment and soon she was far away again.
A phrase of the Inspector, however, arrested and held her.
"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.