Most gladly would he have defied this truculent rancher to do his worst, but his courage was not equal to the plunge, and, besides, the circumstances for such a break were not yet favorable.
At this juncture Cameron, facing about, saw within a few feet of him the Indian whose capture he was enlisted to secure.
"Hello!" he cried, as if suddenly recognizing him.

"How is the boy ?" "Good," said the Indian with grave dignity.

"He sick here," touching his head.
"Ah! Fever, I suppose," replied Cameron.

"Take me to see him." The Indian led the way to the teepee that stood slightly apart from the others.
Inside the teepee upon some skins and blankets lay the boy, whose bright eyes and flushed cheeks proclaimed fever.

An old squaw, bent in form and wrinkled in face, crouched at the end of the couch, her eyes gleaming like beads of black glass in her mahogany face.
"How is the foot to-day ?" cried Allan.