This western story varies somewhat from type in its setting, an Indian reservation, with a young Indian agent, who defends one of his wards from a false charge of murder, for hero.
-prints. But no tell-tale mark had been left behind. The stakes were too rough to admit the possibility of any finger-prints that might be microscopically detected. The road and prairie surrounding the automobile were examined, but nothing save pony tracks, numerous and indiscriminately mingled, rewarded his efforts.
"Them Injuns jest milled around this machine and the body of that hombrey," said Talpers. "There must have been twenty-five of 'em in the bunch, anyway, ain't I right, Plenty Buffalo?" added the trader, repeating his remark in the Indian's tribal tongue, in which the white man was expert.
"Heap Injun here," agreed Plenty Buffalo, not averse to showing off a large part of his limited English vocabulary.
"That trouble-maker, Fire Bear, is the only one who travels much with a gang, ain't he?" demanded Redmond.
"Yes," assented the agent. "He has had from fifty to one hundred young Indians making medicine with him on Wolf Mountain. Rest assured that Fire Bear and every one
Novelette-sized detective mystery with average quality, in an unusual setting: a (Red) Indian reservation around 1910/20. Worth the time if you ignore the moral finger.
