"
"It was somewhere here that Raven fell in with you?"
"No, some ten miles off the line, down the old Kootenay trail."
"Aha!" said the Inspector. "It might not be a bad idea to beat up that
same old trail. It is quite possible that we might fall in with your old
friends."
"It would certainly be a great pleasure," replied Cameron, "to conduct
Mr. Raven and his Indian friend over this same trail as they did me some
nine months ago."
"We will take a chance on it," said the Inspector. "We lose time going
back the other way."
Upon the site of McIvor's survey camp they found camped a large
construction gang. Between the lines of tents, for the camp was ordered
in streets like a city, they rode till they came to the headquarters of
the Police, and enquired for the Superintendent. The Superintendent
had gone up the line, the Sergeant informed them, following the larger
construction gangs. The Sergeant and two men had some fifty miles of
line under patrol, with some ten camps of various kinds on the line and
in the woods, and in addition they had the care of that double stream of
humanity flowing in and flowing out without ceasing day or night.
As the Inspector stepped inside the Police tent Cameron's attention was
arrested by the sign "Hospital" upon a large double-roofed tent set on a
wooden floor and guyed with more than ordinary care.
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