Long and steadily he stared at the uniform—his own, of course!
CODE OF THE MOUNTED
By Floria Howe Bruess
An amazing man-hunt in Arctic snows—and how Sergeant Hardy and Keith Morely played the game, each according to his own strict code.
“Halt!”
The curt command cut through the frost-bound silence. The Northern mail driver froze in his tracks.
He shot a glance at his companion, Sergeant Hardy, and saw the officer had whipped his .45 Colt from its holster.
“Quick on the draw, aren’t you? But I’ve got you both covered. Put that gun back in your holster before I count three, or this load of shot will blow your head off.”
The voice came from above. Intently the two men on the narrow defile below scanned the overhanging show-covered rocks, but no form was visible.