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him just what I am telling you. Ah, that looks 

 bad, the Commissioner is shaking his head!" 



I saw Black Beaver, a Delaware Indian, with 

 whom I had struck up quite a friendship standing 

 near me and I asked him : 



"What is the trouble, Beaver?" 

 "Injun very mad. You go way, now!" 

 Maybe I thought of going, but I had gone 

 there for adventure and I had found it. Then 

 how could I face my friends at the Post if I 

 sneaked away ? Most of the Indians were stand- 

 ing and there was but one unoccupied seat. It 

 was on a bench beside Lone Wolf, the crudest 

 Indian on the plains, and I took it but in no very 

 hopeful mood. 



The Commissioner was a brave man, for he 

 could not have mistaken his imminent danger, yet 

 he made clear his demand that the five Comanches 

 accused of raiding in Texas must be given up. 

 He told the Indians that this was the command of 

 the Great Father, that if it was not obeved the 

 soldiers would come, — more soldiers than they 

 had ever seen, — and the men w r ould be taken, 



