You were in bad company, you see. I am greatly
pleased that my men have been of service to you. We shall continue to
do all we can for you. In the meantime I am very pleased to have the
pleasure of meeting you." He passed the letter to Sergeant Crisp. "I
have information about you from Morleyville, you see. Now tell us all
about it."
It took Cameron some moments to recover his wits, so dumbfounded was he
at the sudden change in his condition.
"Well, Sir," he began, "I hardly know what to say."
"Sit down, sit down, Mr. Cameron. Take your time," said the
Commissioner. "We are somewhat hurried these days, but you must have had
some trying experiences."
Then Cameron proceeded with his tale. The Commissioner listened with
keen attention, now and then arresting him with a question or a comment.
When Cameron came to tell of the murder of the Stonies his voice shook
with passion.
"We will get that Indian some day," said the Commissioner, "never fear.
What is his name?"
"Little Thunder, Raven called him. And I would like to take a hand in
that too, Sir," said Cameron eagerly.
"You would, eh?" said the Commissioner with a sharp look at him. "Well,
we'll see. Little Thunder," he repeated to himself. "Bring that Record
Book!"
The orderly laid a large canvas-covered book before him.
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