IV
Winch rose from his desk and hurried to the window. As he looked out his face went grey with alarm and his lips moved in a single gasp:—
Hammond was at his side in a trice. The window overlooked the short street leading up from the city dock, where, in a surging crowd of men and street urchins, two red-coated policemen of the Canadian mounted force were escorting up the street a tall, black-whiskered man in dark baggy clothes.
“Some one has made a tremendous blunder!”
Winch thus spoke his thoughts with a solemnity that betrayed his inward agitation. At that instant the man between the two mounties looked up toward Winch’s window and gave utterance to a loud fierce yell.
Hammond gave a gasp of surprise.
The prisoner was the Rev. Nathan Stubbs, camp preacher at Nannabijou Limits.