“That was proved beyond a shadow of a doubt. All right, Sandy, slip into the other canoe and we’ll be on our way as soon as Toma returns. Pierre, you get in beside Sandy.”
For a moment the policeman grew grim. “For the benefit of the rest of you prisoners,” he glared around him, “I’d like to say that if another person attempts to escape, I’ll show no mercy. I’ll shoot the next man who tries it.”
Wolf Brennan raised his shaggy head and looked straight over at the stern guardian of the law.
“I won’t answer fer the rest of them, Corporal, but yuh can bank on me.”
“Good for you, Wolf.”
“An’ me too,” said Toby McCallum.
“Thank you, Toby.”
“If it ain’t out of order,” Brennan spoke again, “I’m kind o’ curious tuh know just where you’re takin’ us.”
“Mackenzie Barracks,” snapped the officer.
For a period of nearly ten minutes, conversation waned. Sandy had taken his place in the canoe and kept glancing back toward the trading post, looking for Toma.