No other Indian, however, appeared ready to repeat
the performance of the young brave.
At length the Inspector appeared, followed by the Chief, Red Crow.
"Tell your people to go away!" said the Inspector as they reached the
corral. "They are making too much noise."
Red Crow addressed his braves at some length.
"Open the corral," ordered the Inspector, "and get those horses out on
the trail."
For a few moments there was silence. Then, as the Indians perceived the
purpose of the police, on every side there rose wild yells of protest
and from every side a rush was made toward the corral. But Sergeant
Crisp kept his horse on the move in a series of kicks and plunges that
had the effect of keeping clear a wide circle about the corral gate.
"Touch your horse with the spur and hold him up tight," he said quietly
to Cameron.
Cameron did so and at once his horse became seemingly as unmanageable as
the Sergeant's, plunging, biting, kicking. The Indian ponies could not
be induced to approach. The uproar, however, only increased. Guns began
to go off, bullets could be heard whistling overhead. Red Crow's voice
apparently could make no impression upon the maddened crowd of Indians.
A minor Chief, White Horse by name, having whirled in behind the
Sergeant, seized hold of Mr.
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