“Give me this feller,” said MacDonald, laying a hand on Bob who sat beside him. “He’s a fighter.”
“I couldn’t do that, MacDonald. The boys must come with me.”
“All right. Only that fight he put up—that was a good one. Kind o’ wished I could have him by me. Well, then, let me have this feller. Kin see he’s used to big woods and river country. He’d make a good Mounty.”
This time MacDonald pointed the stem of his pipe at Dick.
“What do you say, Dick?” asked Mr. Hampton. “It’s up to you?”
“I’d have to go out with the Mounties to their Post, wouldn’t I? Probably have to winter there.”
MacDonald nodded.
“Get you a job on the Force,” he said.
Dick’s eyes shone. Middle-aged though he was, he was alone in life, loved the wilderness, and still thrilled to adventure.
“That so?” he asked. “Need men?”