Have you any objection?"
"It is against the law, I understand, and mighty bad for the Indians."
"Against the law?" echoed Raven in childlike surprise. "You don't tell
me!"
"So the Mounted Police declare," said Cameron, turning his eyes upon
Raven's face.
"The Mounted Police!" exclaimed Raven, pouring forth a flood of oaths.
"That! for the Mounted Police!" he said, snapping his fingers.
"But," replied Cameron, "I understood you very especially to object to
the operations of the whiskey runners?"
"Whiskey runners? Who's speaking of whiskey runners? I'm talking of
the approved method of treating our friends in this country, and if the
police should interfere between me and my friends they would be carrying
things a little too far. But all the same," he continued, hastily
checking himself, "the police are all right. They put down a lot of
lawlessness in this country. But I may as well say to you here, Mr.
Cameron," he continued, "that there are certain things it is best not to
see, or, having seen, to speedily forget." As he spoke these words his
eyes narrowed again to two grey points that seemed to bore right through
to Cameron's brain.
"This man is a very devil," thought Cameron to himself. "I was a fool
not to see it before." But to the trader he said, "There are some things
I would rather not see and some things I cannot forget.
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