As Joe Wandersun stared amazed, three large railway policemen slipped out of the office.
“Take him along, boys,” said Gatineau. “The Chief will give you instructions in Montreal.”
As the police hustled the half-dazed rogue away, Gatineau went to the booking window.
“Say, Jim, got those reservations for Banff on the next westbound? Good.... She’s on time, I hope.”
CHAPTER VI
I
From North Bay to Winnipeg on the run to Banff, Clement was occupied mainly by monotony and his own anxious thoughts regarding Heloise. But at Winnipeg they picked up the trail again. Gatineau heard news from Montreal, and both saw the man with his arm in a sling—Siwash Mike.
There was actually nothing fresh concerning the ladies, it was obvious that they had doubled on their tracks in the tangle of railways south of North Bay; that was the first item Gatineau offered as they sat at lunch in the Alexandra Hotel.