voice, "the truth is we are short-handed. We ought to be able to patrol
every trail in this country. That old villain has fooled us to-day and
he'll fool us again. And he has fooled Pinault, the smartest breed we've
got. He's far too clever to be around loose among our Indians."

Again they rode along in silence, the Superintendent thinking deeply.

"I know where he is!" he exclaimed suddenly, pulling up his horse. "I
know where he is--this blessed minute. He's on the Sun Dance Trail
and in the Sun Dance Canyon, and they're having the biggest kind of a
powwow."

"The Sun Dance!" echoed the Sergeant. "By Jove, if only Sergeant Cameron
were on this job! He knows the Sun Dance inside and out, every foot."

The Superintendent swung his horse sharply round to face his Sergeant.

"Cameron!" he exclaimed thoughtfully. "Cameron! I believe you're right.
He's the man--the very man. But," he added with sudden remembrance,
"he's left the Force."

"Left the Force, sir. Yes, sir," echoed the Sergeant with a grin. "He
appeared to have a fairly good reason, too."

"Reason!" snorted the Superintendent. "Reason! What in--? What did he--?
Why did he pull off that fool stunt at this particular time? A kid like
him has no business getting married."

"Mighty fine girl, sir," suggested the Sergeant warmly. "Mighty lucky
chap. Not many fellows could resist such a sharp attack as he had."