Say, General, I take off my hat again.
Put it there! You Canucks have got the trick sure!"
"Easier to care for 'em than kill 'em, I guess," said Mr. Raimes
casually.
"But, say, General," continued Mr. Cadwaller, "you ain't goin' to send
for them hosses with no three men?"
"I'm afraid we cannot spare any more."
"Jeerupiter, General!" exclaimed Mr. Cadwaller. "I'll wait outside the
reserve till this picnic's over. Say, General, let's have twenty-five
men at least."
"What do you say, Inspector Dickson? Will two men be sufficient?"
"We'll try, Sir," replied the Inspector.
"How soon can you be ready?"
"In a quarter of an hour."
"Jeerupiter!" muttered Mr. Cadwaller to himself, as he followed the
Inspector out of the room.
"I say, Commissioner, will you let me in on this thing?" said Cameron.
"Do you mean that you want to join the force?" enquired the
Commissioner, letting his eye run approvingly up and down Cameron's
figure.
"There is McIvor, Sir--" began Cameron.
"Oh, I could fix that all right," replied the Commissioner. "We want
men, and we want men like you. We have no vacancy among the officers,
but you could enlist as a constable and there is always opportunity to
advance."
"It is a great service!" exclaimed Cameron. "I'd like awfully to join.
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