And then, suddenly, there flashed through his mind the grim figure of the Inspector of Police. The steel-gray eyes were regarding him.
“If I didn’t have implicit faith in you, I wouldn’t send you on this expedition.”
Implicit faith in him! Yet he wondered if Cameron, knowing of the odds against them, would have held out hope for their ultimate success.
“Et ees too bad zat Corporal Rand ees ill,” Father Michaud repeated. “Zey would be afraid of him; monsieur. Zey see ze mounted police an’ zey are afraid.”
Suddenly Dick had an idea. He turned quickly to the priest.
“Father Michaud, where is the man I captured earlier in the night? Where is he now?”
“In one of ze cabins. Zey have put a guard over him.”
“Father, will you lead me to that cabin?”
The priest nodded. He commenced hobbling down the road. They followed him and turned into the narrow street, with the row of cabins on either side. They hurried on through the dim light of early morning, presently drawing up before a low structure, in front of which stood a native, a rifle clutched in his hands.
“Open the door,” said Dick in Cree. “I wish to see the prisoner.”