CHAPTER PAGE I [The Scar Faced Indian] 3 II [At Little Moose Portage] 14 III [Dick Shoots the Rapids] 27 IV [Through the Flames] 39 V [MacKenzie’s Landing] 47 VI [A Grizzly Shows Fight] 55 VII [The Rifled Cache] 65 VIII [Dick Drops a Moose] 75 IX [Pierre Govereau] 83 X [Toma and a Cold Snap] 94 XI [Slush Ice] 102 XII [The Blizzard] 110 XIII [Dick Sees a Ghost] 120 XIV [An Unwelcome Visitor] 127 XV [Outwitting the Enemy] 135 XVI [A Journey Through the Night] 145 XVII [The Stolen Huskies] 153 XVIII [A Hungry Pack] 162 XIX [The Circle of Death] 171 XX [Sandy Disappears] 179 XXI [The Man From Crooked Stick River] 184 XXII [A Skirmish in the Night] 194 XXIII [Gray Goose Lake] 200 XXIV [Chief Black Dog’s Scheme] 209 XXV [The Attack on the Fort] 216 XXVI [Lost Underground] 222
DICK KENT WITH THE MOUNTED POLICE
CHAPTER I
THE SCAR FACED INDIAN
Dick Kent tossed aside the wolf trap he had been trying to repair, and turned to his chum, Sandy McClaren.
“Let’s go back to your Uncle Walter’s at Fort Good Faith,” said Dick restlessly. “It’s getting too quiet around here.”
Sandy McClaren’s big blue eyes turned from the marten pelt he had been scraping. “I’m with you, Dick. Uncle Walt needs us, too. He’s still having a lot of trouble with that outlaw, Bear Henderson.”
For a year after finishing school in the United States, Dick Kent and Sandy McClaren had been pursuing adventure two hundred miles north of Hay River Landing, Canada, where they had gone to visit Sandy’s uncle. Lately they had come to Fort du Lac at the invitation of Martin MacLean, the factor there. The savage northland already had woven its spell of dangerous adventure about them, but Fort du Lac had proved dull after the excitement of the more lawless trading post supervised by Sandy’s uncle on the northern fringe of the Hudson’s Bay Company’s territory.
Dick and Sandy had turned toward the big log store building where Martin MacLean bartered for furs, when they stopped dead, looking northeast along the trail that curved about a high headland of pine forest.
“What’s that?” cried Dick suddenly.
“Looks like an Indian runner!” Sandy exclaimed.