"Come over here, Running Stream.

I am glad to see you, for I wish to talk to a man of wisdom." Slowly and with dignified, almost unwilling step Running Stream approached.

As he began to move, but not before, Cameron went to meet him.
"I wish to talk with you," said Cameron in a quiet firm tone.
"Huh," grunted Running Stream.
"I have a matter of importance to speak to you about," continued Cameron.
Running Stream's keen glance searched his face somewhat anxiously.
"I find, Running Stream, that your young men are breaking faith with their friends, the Police." Again the Chief searched Cameron's face with that keen swift glance, but he said not a word, only waited.
"They are breaking the law as well, and I want to tell you they will be punished.

Where did they get the meat for these kettles ?" A look of relief gleamed for one brief instant across the Indian's face, not unnoticed, however, by Cameron.
"Why do your young men steal my cattle ?" The Indian evinced indifference.
"Dunno--deer--mebbe--sheep." "My brother speaks like a child," said Cameron quietly.

"Do deer and sheep have steers' heads and hides with brands on?
Four heads I find in the bluff.