After some further hesitation the Indians began to busy themselves once more with their breakfast.

In the group about the campfire beside which Cameron had placed himself was the Chief, Running Stream.

The presence of the Policeman beside his fire was most embarrassing to the Chief, for no man living has a keener sense of the obligations of hospitality than has the Indian.

But the Indian hates to eat in the presence of a white man unless the white man shares his meal.

Hence Running Stream approached Cameron with a courteous request that he would eat with them.
"Thanks, Running Stream, I have eaten, but I am sure Jerry here will be glad of some breakfast," said Cameron cordially, who had no desire whatever to dip out of the very doubtful mess in the pot which had been set down on the ground in the midst of the group around the fire.
Jerry, however, had no scruples in the matter and, like every Indian and half-breed, was always ready for a meal.