" For a moment he stood looking down upon his horse.
"Poor old chap!" he said. "We have gone many a mile together on Her
Majesty's errands. If I have done my duty as faithfully as you have done
yours I need not fear my record. Take his saddle and bridle off, Burke.
We've got one of the gang. Some day we shall come up with Mr. Raven
himself."
"Yes," said Cameron with passionate bitterness. "And that might be
to-day if you had only listened to me. Why, man," he shouted with
reviving rage, "we three could take him even yet!"
"Ah!" said Sergeant Crisp, "so we could."
"You had him in your hands to-day," said Cameron, "but like a fool you
let him go. But some day, so help me God, I shall bring these murderers
to justice."
"Ah!" said Sergeant Crisp again. "Good! Very good indeed! Now, my man,
march!"
CHAPTER VI
A DAY IN THE MACLEOD BARRACKS
"What's this, Sergeant Crisp?" The Commissioner, a tall, slight, and
soldier-like man, keen-eyed and brisk of speech, rapped out his words
like a man intent on business.
"One of a whiskey gang, Sir. Dick Raven's, I suspect."
"And the charge?"
"Whiskey trading, theft, and murder."
The Commissioner's face grew grave.
"Murder? Where did you find him?"
"Kootenay trail, Sir. Got wind of him at Calgary, followed up the clue
past Morleyville, then along the Kootenay trail.
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