Before he had taken a
second step, however, the Inspector was upon him like a tiger and bore
him to the ground.
"Will you go quietly," said the Inspector, "or must we knock you on the
head?" He raised his pistol over the Indian as he spoke.
"I go," grunted the Indian solemnly.
"Come, then," said the Inspector, "we'll give you one chance more.
Where's your friend?" he added, looking about him. But Raven was gone.
"I am just as glad," said Cameron, remembering Raven's declaration of
allegiance a few moments before. "He wasn't too bad a chap after all. We
have this devil anyhow."
"Quick, now," said the Inspector. "We have not a moment to lose. This
is an important capture. How the deuce we are to get him to the Fort I
don't know."
Through the bushes they hurried their prisoner, threatening him with
their guns. When they came to their horses they were amazed to find
Little Thunder's pony beside their own and on the Inspector's saddle a
slip of paper upon which in the fading light they found inscribed "One
good turn deserves another. With Mr. Raven's compliments."
"By Jove, he's a trump!" said the Inspector. "I'd like to get him, but
all the same--"
And so they rode off to the Fort.
CHAPTER VIII
NURSE HALEY
The railway construction had reached the Beaver, and from Laggan
westward the construction gangs were strewn along the line in straggling
camps, straggling because, though the tents of the railway men were set
in orderly precision, the crowds of camp-followers spread themselves
hither and thither in disorderly confusion around the outskirts of the
camp.
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