The hearing was merely a perfunctory affair. All the prisoners were remanded to Prince George for trial.
Ambrose gathered from the talk that reached his ears that it was intended to send everybody, prisoners, and witnesses, including Gordon Strange, Gaviller and Colina up the river next day in the launch and a scow.
To travel seven days in her sight, a prisoner—he wondered if there were any dregs of bitterness remaining in the cup after this!
They gave Ambrose the jail to himself. This was a little log-shack behind the quarters with iron-bound door and barred window.
To him in the course of the afternoon came Inspector Egerton moved by his sense of duty. He officially informed Ambrose that he was to be taken up the river next morning.
"Is there anything you want?" he asked stiffly.
"I left a friend here," Ambrose said with a bitter smile. "I'd like to see him if he's willing to come."
"Whom do you mean?"
"Simon Grampierre."
The inspector looked grave. "He's under arrest," he said. "I can't let you communicate."