"Remember the motto of the Force, young fellow," he cautioned as he handed over the document.
La Marr stuffed it into a pocket underneath his parkee.
"Aye—get me man!"
"Not that," said his superior with a frown. "It's 'Never fire first!' See that you bring Avic back alive. There's more depends on that than you know."
The constable looked startled. "You don't mean—— Why it's an open and shut case. The coroner's jury——"
"Bring Avic back alive, that's all. Good luck."
La Marr squared himself for a formal salute and went out into the gathering dusk. He had his orders.
CHAPTER VII
WANTED—AN ESKIMO FOX
After the excitement attending his return from the North patrol, the short winter days and the far longer nights passed slowly for the O.C. of Armistice detachment, now reduced to commanding himself. One week—two weeks—part of a third had been crossed off the calendar without any word coming from his man-hunting constable. Seymour wasn't exactly worrying yet, but he was beginning to wish he had not been so generous about giving young La Marr this chance to redeem himself.