“It’s clear enough. What are you smuggling in that car?” He gave a little nod and strode with a determined tread to Her Highness.
“Not a blamed thing that doesn’t belong to us,” Jim shouted as he followed close.
“No?” Bradshaw leaned over as if to make a thorough inspection. “What’s in the basket. A book of bed-time stories?”
“Grub,” Jim answered sharply, then added. “And some apples for Pat.”
“Thanks,” the Mounty grinned. “Now, tell me, is that ravine the one that comes along like a letter S, deep and steep on both sides almost all the way. It ends in a rock cliff about a half mile below here?”
“That’s it,” Bob whispered and he sighed with relief as he realized that the officer had been playing the game.
“Great guns, we’ve had that under inspection, but we’ll take another look into it. Do you know that out-post right on the line?”
“Sure. Has the two flags.”
“That’s it. My head chief is there now. I wish you’d fly over it and drop him a message—”
“We can give it to him,” Jim offered.