"That chap will make good, or I am greatly mistaken," he said to the
Inspector as Cameron went off with the orderly to select his uniform.
"Well set up chap," said the Inspector. "We'll try him out to-night."
"Come now, don't kill him. Remember, other men have something else in
them besides whalebone and steel, if you have not."
In half an hour the Inspector, Sergeant Crisp and Cameron, with the
three American citizens, were on their way to the Blood reserve.
Cameron had been given a horse from the stable.
All afternoon and late into the evening they rode, then camped and were
early upon the trail the following morning. Cameron was half dead with
the fatigue from his experiences of the past week, but he would have
died rather than have hinted at weariness. He was not a little comforted
to notice that Sergeant Crisp, too, was showing signs of distress, while
District Attorney Sligh was evidently in the last stages of exhaustion.
Even the steel and whalebone combination that constituted the frame
of the Inspector appeared to show some slight signs of wear; but all
feeling of weariness vanished when the Inspector, who was in the lead,
halted at the edge of a wide sweeping valley and, pointing far ahead,
said, "The Blood reserve. Their camp lies just beyond that bluff.
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