fort. On arriving at the fort, I found that my services were required, and that they were about to despatch a courier after me on business of great importance. I told the commander that I must go home with my party, but that I would return to the fort with the least possible delay. Accordingly we started on. On the road we fell in with a small party of trappers, who were under the conduct of an old schoolmate of mine, David Adams. They seemed greatly dejected, and I inquired of them the cause. Adams then related that he had been robbed of everything he possessed by some of his men confederated with a number of my Indians, and that they had sent him off in the forlorn condition in which I now saw him. I asked him to describe the appearance of the Indians who took part in robbing him.
"One of the party," said he, "was not an Indian, but a mulatto."
"There was no mulatto when I left," I answered, "and you must be mistaken."
"No," he replied, "I am not. You will find him there on your return."
"Well," said I, "get up and return to the village with me; I will sift this matter to the bottom."
He declined to accompany me. "They told me, if I returned," he urged, "that they would kill us all; and I dare not go back."
"Come with me," I said. "If there is any killing to be done, I will have a hand in it."
He at length consented to return with me. On gaining the village, I rode up to my father's lodge, and said, "How is this? You allow white men to be robbed in the village, directly under your eyes! Do you wish to call down the vengeance of the great white chief upon the Crows? Do you wish them to be made poor and miserable, like the other tribes? Have I not often told you of the immense number of white warriors; that they were like the sand of the prairie—as the leaves of the forest?"
"Hold, my son! I had nothing to do in the matter. My heart was sorrowful when I heard of the crime. It was High Lance who committed it."
