A letter from his friend Inspector Dickson
accentuated the contrast.
"Great doings, my boy," wrote the Inspector, evidently under the spell
of overmastering excitement. "We have Little Thunder again in the toils,
this time to stay, and we owe this capture to your friend Raven. A
week ago Mr. Raven coolly walked into the Fort and asked for the
Superintendent. I was down at stables at the time. As he was coming out
I ran into him and immediately shouted 'Hands up!'
"'Ah, Mr. Inspector,' said my gentleman, as cool as ice, 'delighted to
see you again.'
"'Stand where you are!' I said, and knowing my man and determined to
take no chances, I ordered two constables to arrest him. At this the
Superintendent appeared.
"'Ah, Inspector,' he said, 'there is evidently some mistake here.'
"'There is no mistake, Superintendent,' I replied. 'I know this man. He
is wanted on a serious charge.'
"'Kindly step this way, Mr. Raven,' said the Superintendent, 'and you,
Inspector. I have something of importance to say to you.'
"And, by Jove, it was important. Little Thunder had broken his pledge
to Raven to quit the rebellion business and had perfected a plan for
a simultaneous rising of Blackfeet, Bloods, Piegans, and Sarcees next
month. Raven had stumbled upon this and had deliberately put himself
in the power of the Police to bring this information.
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