Good-by!" Together they passed out of the teepee, Cameron keeping close to the Indian's side and talking to him loudly and earnestly about the boy's condition, all the while listening to the Inspector's voice from behind the row of teepees.
"Ah!" he exclaimed aloud as they came in sight of the Inspector mounted on his horse.

"Here is my friend, Inspector Dickson.

Hello, Inspector!" he called out.

"Come over here.

We have a sick boy and I want you to help us." "Hello, Cameron!" cried the Inspector, riding up and dismounting.
"What's up ?" Trotting Wolf and the other Indians slowly drew near.
"There is a sick boy in here," said Cameron, pointing to the teepee behind him.