His experience and training with the Mounted Police made it difficult for him to accept with equal mind what he called the infernal cheek of a bunch of Indians.

At the entreaties of his wife, however, he hesitated in carrying his purpose into effect.
"Let them go," said Mandy.

"They didn't hurt us, after all." "Didn't?
No thanks to them.

They might have killed you.

Well, I shall see about this later." He gave his excited bronchos their head and sailed into town, drawing up in magnificent style at the Royal Hotel.
An attendant in cowboy garb came lounging up.
"Hello, Billy!" cried Cameron.