Sergeant Silk stood facing the half-breed looking into his dark, alert eyes, wondering if he were to be trusted.
"Why, cert'nly," he nodded. "I have discovered something. I have discovered the dead body of Henri Jolicœur in Grey Wolf Forest."
"So?" ejaculated Adolf, with less surprise than might have been expected. "Tiens! tiens! And you 'ave come for try mek de arrest of Pierre Roche? Dat is ver' queek, certainly. You 'ave lose no tam. But dere is no use you come 'ere. He no come back to Pincher's Creek. It ees de las' place he come to."
"You appear to have no doubt of his guilt, anyway, Adolf," observed Silk.
"But what would you?" rejoined the half-breed. "Was it not hees intention? Many tam I hear heem say he will tek de life of Henri Jolicœur. Yes, many tam. And now he 'ave tek it! Well, M'sieu', it will be ver' interesting suppose you catch heem. You are clever tracker, Sergeant Silk. You catch many criminal. But you no catch Pierre Roche. It is impossible, absolutely. You nevaire catch heem—nevaire. He 'ave too many friend. He ees too cunning—cunning as de fox."
"There can be no harm in trying," Silk smiled. "Canada is a large country, and there are many places where a hunted criminal may hide successfully—for a while. But Pierre Roche will not escape."
"We shall see," laughed Adolf, turning on his heel.