The Crimson West

THE CRIMSON WEST
ALEX. PHILIP
There in the East we dreamed our dreams of the things we hoped to do,
And here in the West, the crimson West, the dreams of the East come true.
—Donald Malloch
THOMAS ALLEN, PUBLISHER, TORONTO
PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN BY PURNELL AND SONS
PAULTON, SOMERSET, ENGLAND
Those Fortunates Who First Saw The Light Of Day In This Glorious Country, And With Whom Rests The Future Prosperity Of The Land of Their Birth—THE NATIVE SONS OF CANADA—This Book is respectfully dedicated
THE CRIMSON WEST
Jangling his keys on their big ring, the sheriff led John McLean down several steps, then through a long, narrow hall to the rear of the jail. From a distant corridor came the sound of a raucous voice attempting to sing one of the popular ragtimes of the day.
“Some fellow’s still got a ‘hang-over,’ ” observed the sheriff as he paused before a cell, consulted a number, then searched for the key. As the door swung open a sleepy voice was raised in mock solemnity.