“Ah, ha!” said the Inspector, “I see you’ve been members of the Boy Scouts.”
“Yes sir, first class, both of us,” replied Dick, a little abashed in the presence of so distinguished a man as Inspector Dawson.
“Corporal Richardson told me about you,” went on the Inspector.
“Then the corporal got in all right,” Dick exulted.
“Yes, thanks to you boys and Gaston Leroi,” Inspector Dawson said. “He’ll be up and around in a few days now. I’ve already sent relief to Fort Good Faith,” he concluded.
“Oh!” Dick was both glad and disappointed at once. He had hoped to join the expedition.
“However, an Indian runner came in today saying that Sergeant Brewster and Constable Marden, the two I detailed for Fort Good Faith, were held up at Gray Goose Lake by one of Henderson’s lieutenants and about thirty renegade Indians. I believe the man’s name is Pierre Govereau. He has a criminal record here.”
“Govereau!” ejaculated Dick and Sandy in one voice.
“You seem to have met him before,” the Inspector continued briskly. “But the point I’m getting at is this; I have no men to send on as relief to Gray Goose Lake. I expect one of my scouts, Malemute Slade, in tomorrow morning from Fort du Lac where he has cleared things up.”
At mention of Malemute Slade, Dick and Sandy exchanged significant glances.