"Be quiet, and keep your distance, or I'll put you in irons! Sit down!" These words were not spoken loudly, but they caused the sheriff's face to blanch and his knees to tremble. There was a terrifying, set glare in the officer's eyes as he went on: "What do you suppose would be the consequences of firing upon a captain of the United States army in the discharge of his duty, by a sheriff acting outside the law? You have only three men out there, and one of them is my friend, and you know the quality of Calvin Streeter. I am still in command of this reservation, Mr. Sheriff." Lawson re-entering at this moment, Curtis said: "Ask Streeter to come in, will you, Mr. Lawson?" Calvin entered smilingly. "Well, what's the up-shot?" he asked. "It is this, Calvin. The sheriff has no warrant for anybody, not even for a suspect. I have asked him to go back and wait till I can find some clew to the murderer. Do you consider that reasonable?" "It sounds fair," admitted Calvin, growing grave. "Now the question of whether the State or county authority covers a federal reservation or not is too big a question for us to settle. You see that, Calvin?" Calvin scratched his head. "It sure is too many fer me." "Now I'll compromise in this case, Mr. Sheriff. You discharge the rest of your deputies and send them away, while you and Calvin remain with me to attend a council--not to arrest anybody, but to convince yourself of my good-will in the matter. I will not permit you to be armed nor to arrest any of my Indians until we know what we are doing. When we secure evidence against any man I will arrest him myself and turn him over to you. But I insist that you send away the men in the outer office." Calvin spoke up. "I reckon the Major's right, sheriff. How ye goin' to arrest a man if you don't know who he is? I reckon you better do as he says. I ain't a-lookin' fer no fuss with the agent, and the United States army only fifty miles off." The sheriff growled surlily. "All right, but there ain't no monkey business about this. I get my man sooner or later, you bet your heart on that." As he went out into the general office and announced the agent's demand, Green blurted out defiant phrases. "I'll be damned if I would! No--stick it out! Do? Why, take old Elk and hold him till the tribe produces the right man--that's the way we always done before." The arguments of Calvin could not be heard, but at last he prevailed, and the sullen deputies withdrew. The sheriff scrawled a hasty note to the county attorney to explain his failure to bring his man, and the three deputies went out to saddle up. Their cursing was forceful and varied, but they went. Parker, seeing them come forth, met them, inquiring anxiously: "Well, what do you think of the situation?" Green looked at him surlily. "You belong here?" "No, I'm just a visitor." "Well, you better get out quick as God'll let ye." "Why, what is going to happen?"