“All of it.”
“That’s fine. Then all that remains to be done is to capture the four packers and the sailor. Do you think we’ll be able to do that?”
“Yes,” smiled Rand, “I have two young but very capable assistants. Tomorrow you’ll be on your feet again, while Toma is feeling as fit as a fiddle.”
“Toma is wonderful,” said Dick. “You can always rely on him. I don’t believe he knows what fear means.”
“You’re right,” approved the other. “He’d make an exceptionally good scout, a splendid partner for Malemute Slade. He may get the chance too. When the Inspector receives my report, there’ll be several persons I know who’ll receive laudatory mention.”
Dick gazed dreamily into the fire.
“Then they may send Toma to the training barracks at Regina this winter?”
“Yes, very probably—and another young man, too, if he cares to go along.”
“You mean me?” gasped Dick, blinking suddenly, a queer tugging at his heart.
“Well, it’s within the realm of reason,” Rand looked up mischievously. “But are you sure you haven’t had enough of this sort of thing?”