"No, thanks; I like it here."
"I'm going to turn you out, Bulldog—set you free."
"And I'm going to insist on a hearing. I'll take those stripes off your arm for playing the fool." The Sergeant drew from his pocket a telegram and passed it to Carney. It was from Major Silver at Golden, and ran:
"Get Carney to help locate robbers. He knows the game. Express company offers two thousand."
"Where's the other telegram?" Carney asked, a twinkle in his eye.
"What other one?"
"The one in answer to yours asking for instructions over my arrest."
The Sergeant looked at Carney out of confused, astonished eyes; then he admitted: "The Major advises we can't hold you in B. C. on the Alberta case. But what about joining in the hunt? You've worked with the police before."
"Twice; because a woman was getting the worst of it in each case. But I'm no sleuth for the official robber—he's fair game."
"You won't take the trail with me then, Carney?"