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"I think you are right, Allan," at length she said slowly with a twisted smile."I'm afraid you are right.It's hard not to be in it, though.But," she added, as if moved by a sudden thought, "Imay be in it yet."

"You will certainly be with us in spirit, Mandy," he replied, patting the firm brown hand that lay upon the table.

"Yes, truly, and in our hearts," added the Inspector with a bow.

But Mandy made no reply.Already she was turning over in her mind a half-formed plan which she had no intention of sharing with these men, who, after the manner of their kind, would doubtless block it.

Early morning found Cameron and the Inspector on the trail toward the Piegan Reserve, riding easily, for they knew not what lay before them nor what demand they might have to make upon their horses that day.The Inspector rode a strongly built, stocky horse of no great speed but good for an all-day run.Cameron's horse was a broncho, an unlovely brute, awkward and ginger-colored--his name was Ginger--sad-eyed and wicked-looking, but short-coupled and with flat, rangy legs that promised speed.For his sad-eyed, awkward broncho Cameron professed a deep affection and defended him stoutly against the Inspector's jibes.

"You can't kill him," he declared."He'll go till he drops, and then twelve miles more.He isn't beautiful to look at and his manners are nothing to boast of, but he will hang upon the fence the handsome skin of that cob of yours."When still five or six miles from camp they separated.

"The old boy may, of course, be gone," said the Inspector as he was parting from his friend."By Superintendent Strong's report he seems to be continually on the move.""I rather think his son will hold him for a day or two," replied Cameron."Now you give me a full half hour.I shall look in upon the boy, you know.But don't be longer.I don't as a rule linger among these Piegan gentry, you know, and a lengthened stay would certainly arouse suspicion."Cameron's way lay along the high plateau, from which a descent could be made by a trail leading straight south into the Piegan camp.The Inspector's course carried him in a long detour to the left, by which he should enter from the eastern end the valley in which lay the Indian camp.Cameron's trail at the first took him through thick timber, then, as it approached the level floor of the valley, through country that became more open.The trees were larger and with less undergrowth between them.In the valley itself a few stubble fields with fences sadly in need of repair gave evidence of the partial success of the attempts of the farm instructor to initiate the Piegans into the science and art of agriculture.A few scattering log houses, which the Indians had been induced by the Government to build for themselves, could be seen here and there among the trees.But during the long summer days, and indeed until driven from the open by the blizzards of winter, not one of these children of the free air and open sky could be persuaded to enter the dismal shelter afforded by the log houses.They much preferred the flimsy teepee or tent.And small wonder.Their methods of sanitation did not comport with a permanent dwelling.When the teepee grew foul, which their habits made inevitable, a simple and satisfactory remedy was discovered in a shift to another camp-ground.Not so with the log houses, whose foul corners, littered with the accumulated filth of a winter's occupation, became fertile breeding places for the germs of disease and death.Irregularly strewn upon the grassy plain in the valley bottom some two dozen teepees marked the Piegan summer headquarters.

Above the camp rose the smoke of their camp-fires, for it was still early and their morning meal was yet in preparation.