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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"Corporal Cameron of the North West Mounted Police; a tale of the Macleod trail"

I thought you were the Chief."
Stung by the taunt, Red Crow raised his rifle and fired into the air.
Then, standing high in his stirrups, he held up his hand and called out
a number of names. Instantly ten men rode to his side. Again Red Crow
spoke. The ten men rode out again among the crowd. Immediately the
shouting ceased.
"Good!" said the Inspector. "I see my brother is strong. Now, where is
Bull Back?"
The Chief called out a name. There was no response.
"Bull Back not here," he said.
"Then listen, my brother," said the Inspector earnestly. "This man,"
pointing to Mr. Cadwaller, "waits with me at the Fort two days to meet
White Horse, Bull Back, and any Indians who know about this man; and
what is right will be done. I have spoken. Farewell!" He gave his hand
to Chief Red Crow. "My brother knows," he added, "the Police do not
lie."
So saying, he wheeled his horse and, with Mr. Cadwaller before him,
rode off after the others of the party, who had by this time gone some
distance up the trail.
For a few moments hesitation held the crowd, then with a loud cry White
Horse galloped up and again seized Mr. Cadwaller's bridle. Instantly the
Inspector covered him with his gun.
"Hold up your hands quick!" he said.
The Indian dropped the bridle rein. The Inspector handed his gun to Mr.


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