Dismounting from my horse I opened his tent door and looked in and saw the old chief lying on some robes.

I spoke to him and he recognized me at once and invited me to enter.

Inside the lodge I found a white man, an old frontiersman, Todd Randall, who was Spotted Tail's agent and who had lived a great many years with the Indians.

He understood their language perfectly and did all the interpreting for Spotted Tail.

Through him I readily communicated with the chief and informed him of my errand.