Cadwaller's bridle and began to threaten
him with excited gesticulations. Mr. Cadwaller drew his gun.
"Let go that line, you blank blank redskin!" he roared, flourishing his
revolver.
In a moment, with a single plunge, the Inspector was at his side and,
flinging off the Indian, shouted:
"Put up that gun, Mr. Cadwaller! Quick!" Mr. Cadwaller hesitated.
"Sergeant Crisp, arrest that man!" The Inspector's voice rang out like a
trumpet. His gun covered Mr. Cadwaller.
"Give me that gun!" said the Sergeant.
Mr. Cadwaller handed over his gun.
"Let him go," said the Inspector to Sergeant Crisp. "He will probably
behave."
The Indians had gathered close about the group. White Horse, in the
centre, was talking fast and furious and pointing to Mr. Cadwaller.
"Get the bunch off, Sergeant!" said the Inspector quietly. "I will hold
them here for a few minutes."
Quietly the Sergeant backed out of the circle, leaving the Inspector
and Mr. Cadwaller with White Horse and Red Crow in the midst of the
crowding, yelling Indians.
"White Horse say this man steal Bull Back's horses last fall!" shouted
Red Crow in the Inspector's ear.
"Too much noise here," said the Inspector, moving toward the Indian
camp and away from the corral and drawing the crowd with him. "Tell your
people to be quiet, Red Crow.
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