I am going to take him to the Fort.

He is a bad man." "No," said Trotting Wolf, in a loud voice, "he no bad man.

He my friend.
Come here many days." He held up both hands.

"No teef--my friend." A loud murmur rose from the Indians, who in larger numbers kept crowding nearer.

At this ominous sound the Inspector swiftly drew two revolvers, and, backing toward the man he was seeking to arrest, said in a quiet, clear voice: "Trotting Wolf, this man goes with me.