At the mention of the name, Caribou Lake, Dick pricked up his ears. That was the name of the place Corporal Rand was proceeding to.
“It is your privilege to go anywhere you like,” Dick heard Mr. MacClaren say.
Sandy looked across at Frazer, a peculiar gleam in his eyes. At that moment he presented a most unusual appearance. His bruised lips had swollen to twice their normal size. His cheeks were smeared with blood.
“If you’ll permit me to say so,” he blurted forth, “I’d like to prophesy that you’ll not take charge at Caribou Lake either. I propose to swear out a warrant for your arrest.”
Frazer’s face grew a shade whiter, but he recovered himself quickly.
“Two can play at the same game,” he reminded Sandy.
“My charge is a more serious one.”
“What is your charge?”
“Attempted murder.”
The man behind the counter laughed a mirthless laugh and made an ugly grimace.