MacDonald looked up puzzled, but answered readily enough.
“A good four hundred miles to the South.”
“Why do you ask, Frank?” Mr. Hampton wanted to know.
“Just a minute, sir, please,” begged Frank, once more turning to MacDonald. “And how many men are at the Post?”
“Captain and five men.”
“Oh, is that all?”
Frank’s tone was one of disappointment. MacDonald smiled slightly.
“People think the ‘Mounties’ must be as many as an army,” he said. “Well, we keep this wilderness clean with a handful. O’ course, when necessary, too, we can swear in deputies.”
“Have you got wireless at the Post?” asked Frank.
MacDonald nodded.