"Hurrah! That's just what I was hoping would happen. We can put them
wise about Pierre, and they'll go after him. Then, perhaps, as old
Running Elk says, when the man with the smooth tongue has gone away
forever, the Crees will send and beg their chief to return, and forgive
the past. It's all right! I'll bring him here to see you."

But Running Elk had already learned that another stranger was in camp,
and even then he was approaching, looking considerably embarrassed, for
he feared it might be Mr. Mabie himself.

However, he was soon set at his ease. What Frank had to say about the
bad half-breed also gave him new pleasure.

"Not wait long now," he said, nodding his head sagely, while his beady
eyes fairly glittered with satisfaction, as in imagination he saw his
hated foe being taken away from the Cree village by the much-feared
sheriff's posse.




CHAPTER XVIII

AN INVITATION TO COME OUT


"About time those boys were showing up, eh, Bluff?"

"There they come now, Mr. Mabie, and--Jerusalem!"