“And you don’t think that he had contrived somehow to cross over the range?” queried Dick.
“Absolutely, utterly impossible.”
“If he didn’t come by the Yellowhead route, or cross the mountains—”
“The only possible solution is Blind Man’s Pass,” interrupted Corporal Rand.
“But you can’t find it.”
“I haven’t yet. But I have every hope that we will in a very short time. The best scout and woodsman who ever enlisted in a service of the R. N. W. M. P. is out there now looking for it—a man called Malemute Slade.”
“Malemute Slade!” shouted Dick, clapping his hands in glee. “Why, corporal, I know him. He’s a friend of mine.”
“I’m glad to hear that. I knew that Slade was well acquainted with Factor MacClaren’s nephew, Sandy. Are you by any chance the Dick Kent, who accompanied Sandy last summer to Thunder River in search of a gold mine?”
“Yes,” answered Dick.
Corporal Rand laughed as he extended his hand.