“Hello there, Corporal McCarthy,” shouted the boys, recognizing the leader of their recent expedition.

The Corporal paused in the doorway leading into the dining room. He returned the boys’ greetings in kind, then drew himself up to attention, proudly displaying the medals on his chest, and saluted:

“Inspector Dunbar requests the presence of Dick Kent and Sandy McClaren,” announced the Corporal solemnly and impressively, “for presentation of special decorations in reward for their Arctic services with the Royal Northwest Mounted Police!”

Dick whistled, Sandy gasped, and both blushed, then Corporal McCarthy came around and shook their hands, slapping them on the back heartily, while Sandy’s uncle added his sincere congratulations.

“But what about Toma?” Dick asked the Corporal, when he had recovered from his embarrassment. “Is he left out?”

“S-s-h. The Inspector has a surprise for him,” whispered the Corporal. “A brand new 22 High Power rifle.”

So did the King’s policemen make happy hearts of their loyal and daring young servants.

THE END

Transcriber’s Notes