Mabie
said about a fellow named Pierre La Motte?"
"I must have been away at the time. What did he say?" asked Frank
eagerly.
"Why, there was a detachment of the sheriff's posse at the ranch house
just before we came, looking for that same fellow. Seems that he's
wanted badly for something or other."
"Hurrah! That's just what I was hoping would happen. We can put them
wise about Pierre, and they'll go after him. Then, perhaps, as old
Running Elk says, when the man with the smooth tongue has gone away
forever, the Crees will send and beg their chief to return, and forgive
the past. It's all right! I'll bring him here to see you."
But Running Elk had already learned that another stranger was in camp,
and even then he was approaching, looking considerably embarrassed, for
he feared it might be Mr. Mabie himself.
However, he was soon set at his ease. What Frank had to say about the
bad half-breed also gave him new pleasure.
"Not wait long now," he said, nodding his head sagely, while his beady
eyes fairly glittered with satisfaction, as in imagination he saw his
hated foe being taken away from the Cree village by the much-feared
sheriff's posse.
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