"That you have seen Sitting Bull secretly away from his camp proves that he is visiting other chiefs to foster trouble, and General Miles has knowledge that the old fellow is at the bottom of all the present trouble. Now, when will Sitting Bull return to his camp, think you?" "By morning, sir, for I waited to see what trail he took from the ridge." "And you can start----" "At once, sir." "You have had a long ride, Carey, so need rest for a few hours. But you can start early in the morning, and more, you are to command the Indian police." "Yes, sir, they are known to me," was the modest reply. "And you are well known to them, Carey. But you are to have a support follow you, in case of trouble, which I fear will follow. As Captain Foshay of the --th is compelled to escort his daughter to the railroad, Captain Fechet, with two troops of cavalry, and Colonel Dunn, with three companies of infantry and two machine guns, will follow you up closely, to be within call should you need aid. The Indian police are to be wholly under your command, and all is left to your judgment in the matter; but Sitting Bull is to be arrested and brought here, whether there is resistance offered or not." "I think I understand, sir," was the response of Kit Carey, and after a short conversation with the general, the young officer departed to arrange for the dangerous mission he had been selected to perform. As he was going to the quarters of a brother officer he suddenly saw a fair form step out of a tent and bar his way. It was Emma Foshay, and she was all ready to start under an escort, which her father commanded, to go to the nearest railway station. "After your strange escape, of which I have just heard, do they intend to send you to your death?" she asked, earnestly. "It is a soldier's duty to obey, Miss Foshay, and to die for his country; but I hope it will not be so bad as that. Good-by." She grasped his hand, sought to speak, but without a word turned away. Two hours after Kit Carey was mounted upon a fresh horse, and riding at the head of a score of Indian police, while following came the cavalry support, under the dashing Captain Fechet, and the infantry under the gallant Colonel Dunn, with the two machine guns bringing up the rear. Having received his orders, Kit Carey was not one to lose time in their execution, and he rode rapidly on in the early dawn. At last the camp of the great chief was reached near Grand River, and a glance told the experienced young Indian fighter that they were not a moment too soon, for the whole village was getting ready to move, and that meant that Sitting Bull was about to seek the Bad Lands and open hostilities. To wait there for the soldiers Lieutenant Carey dared not, so he at once gave a few orders in their own language to his redskin cavalrymen, and a dash was at once made for the tepee of the great chief.