During this conversation he had been searching the gathering crowd of Indians for the tall form of his friend of the previous night, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Cameron felt he must continue the conversation, and, raising his voice as if in anger--and indeed there was no need of pretense for he longed to seize White Cloud by the throat and shake the truth out of him--he said: "Trotting Wolf, your young men have been killing my cattle for many days.

You know that this is a serious offense with the Police.

Indians go to jail for this.

And the Police will hold you responsible.