George opened the document and found it a formal summons to attend the court at Regina on a date specified. Then he produced another paper and gave it to Flett with a smile.
"The opposition seem to recognize my importance, and they move more quickly than the police."
The trooper took the letter, which was typed and bore no date or name of place.
"'Keep off this trial and you'll have no more trouble,'" he read aloud. "'Back up the police and you'll be sorry. If you mean to drop them, drive over to the Butte, Thursday, and get supper at the Queen's.'"
"Yesterday was Thursday, and I didn't go," George said after a moment's silence.
The quiet intimation was not a surprise to any of them, and Flett nodded as he examined the letter.
"Not much of a clue," he remarked. "Toronto paper that's sold at every store; mailed two stations down the line. Nobody would have met you at the Queen's, but most anybody in town would know if you had been there. Anyway, I'll take this along." He rose. "I can't stop, but I want to say we're not afraid of your backing down."
He rode off in a few more minutes and after a while the Grants took their leave, but Flora walked down the trail with George while the team was being harnessed.
"You'll be careful, won't you?" she said. "These men are dangerous; they know yours is the most important evidence. I shall be anxious until the trial."
There was something in her eyes and voice that sent a curious thrill through George.