Though he tried thereafter to pump Mr. Perkins, the book-agent would not be drawn. But he was well satisfied.
"A smuggler and probably a gambler," he thought. "He'll never come within a mile of my quarters, of course. That's a certainty. Never mind. We'll land him."
They parted at Qu'appelle. Cranbrook was waiting for Hector, who pulled him under cover and pointed out Mr. Perkins, instructing him to keep an eye on the gambler.
Together, they prepared a combined plan for the downfall of Mr. Perkins.
Returning to Regina that night, Hector delved into certain records and finally unearthed data concerning a gambler answering closely to the description of the suspect. Moreover, he was nicknamed 'Artful Gussie.'
Hector advised Cranbrook of this discovery and passed word along the whole line setting detachments on their guard.
In one week's time they amassed sufficient evidence to arrest Mr. Perkins, and landed him behind the bars.
III
The Press Association's special train was speeding towards Qu'appelle, its whistle screaming, its noisy little engine pouring out long trails of sparks. From the windows of the cars were thrust serried rows of heads and strings of handkerchiefs. As they neared the little town, one lively young lady, wearing an especially smart hat and a particularly large bustle—her name was Nita Oswald and she represented a leading Eastern paper—gave voice to the sentiments of the company:
"Oh, here's another of these horrible holes! When are we going to meet the real 'Wild West'? I've seen plenty of picturesque scenery and some lovely cut-throats. But I do want to see something truly romantic. Please send us something romantic, O Lord!"