You know he never lies." Still Trotting Wolf stood irresolute.

The Indians began to shuffle and crowd nearer.
"Trotting Wolf," said the Inspector sharply, "tell your men that the first man that steps beyond that poplar-tree dies.

That is my word." The Chief spoke to the crowd.

There was a hoarse guttural murmur in response, but those nearest to the tree backed away from it.

They knew the Police never showed a gun except when prepared to use it.