Dick Kent with the Mounted Police

Wrapped in blankets, Sandy still lay on the hastily improvised sled. (Page 127)
By MILTON RICHARDS
AUTHOR OF “Dick Kent in the Far North” “Dick Kent with the Eskimos” “Dick Kent, Fur Trader” “Dick Kent and the Malemute Mail”
THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY Akron, Ohio New York
Copyright MCMXXVII THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY Made in the United States of America
Dick Kent tossed aside the wolf trap he had been trying to repair, and turned to his chum, Sandy McClaren.
“Let’s go back to your Uncle Walter’s at Fort Good Faith,” said Dick restlessly. “It’s getting too quiet around here.”
Sandy McClaren’s big blue eyes turned from the marten pelt he had been scraping. “I’m with you, Dick. Uncle Walt needs us, too. He’s still having a lot of trouble with that outlaw, Bear Henderson.”
For a year after finishing school in the United States, Dick Kent and Sandy McClaren had been pursuing adventure two hundred miles north of Hay River Landing, Canada, where they had gone to visit Sandy’s uncle. Lately they had come to Fort du Lac at the invitation of Martin MacLean, the factor there. The savage northland already had woven its spell of dangerous adventure about them, but Fort du Lac had proved dull after the excitement of the more lawless trading post supervised by Sandy’s uncle on the northern fringe of the Hudson’s Bay Company’s territory.
Dick and Sandy had turned toward the big log store building where Martin MacLean bartered for furs, when they stopped dead, looking northeast along the trail that curved about a high headland of pine forest.
“What’s that?” cried Dick suddenly.
“Looks like an Indian runner!” Sandy exclaimed.