It was the last week in August when John Levine was summoned before the commission.  Lydia and Amos were summoned with him.

Lydia was frightened, Amos was irritable and sullen by turns after the summons finally came.  They were due at the hearing at nine o’clock and arrived a little late.  Amos had refused to be hurried.

The room in which the hearing was held was big and cool, with a heavily carpeted floor and walls lined with black walnut bookcases.  There were two long tables at one end of the room behind one of which sat the three commissioners.  At the other table were the official stenographers and Charlie Jackson.  Before the tables were chairs and here were John Levine and Kent, Pa Norton, and Billy, old Susie and a younger squaw, with several bucks.

Lydia and her father dropped into empty seats and Lydia gave a little sigh of relief when Levine caught her eye across the room and smiled at her.  She looked at the commissioners curiously.  They were talking in undertones to one another and she thought that they all looked tired and harassed.  She knew them fairly well from the many newspaper pictures she had seen of them.  The fat gentleman, with penetrating blue eyes and a clean-shaven face, was Senator Smith of Texas.  The roly-poly man, with black eyes and a grizzled beard, was Senator Elway of Maine, and the tall, smooth-shaven man with red hair was Senator James of New York.

“Mr. Levine,” said Senator Smith, suddenly, “we are sorry to have to put you to this inconvenience.  Believe us, we find our task no more savory than you do.”

Levine gave his slow, sardonic grin.  “Don’t apologize, gentlemen.  Only make the ordeal as short as you can.”

“We have done that,” said Elway.  “We found that you had carried on so many—­er—­transactions that we finally decided to choose three or four sample cases and let our case stand on those.  First, we have found that full bloods have been repeatedly sworn as mixed bloods, in order that their lands might be alienated.  A curious idea, Mr. Levine, to attempt to legalize an illegality by false swearing.  Jackson, call Crippled Bear.”

Charlie, who had been sitting with arms folded, his somber eyes on Lydia, spoke quickly to one of the bucks, who rose and took the empty chair by Charlie.

He began to talk at once, Charlie interpreting slowly and carefully.

“I am a mixed blood.  I speak English pretty well when I am with only one white.  With so many, my English goes.  Many moons ago the man Levine found me drunk in the snow.  He picked me up and kept me in his house over night.  When I was sober, he fed me.  Then he made this plan.  I was to gather half a dozen half-breeds together, he could trust.  In the spring he would come up to the reservation and talk to us.  I did this and he came.  We were very hungry when he met us in the woods and he gave us food and money.  Then he told us he was going to get the big fathers at Washington to let us sell our pines so we could always have money and food.  Never be hungry any more—­never.”