"Take a month.

He can't do much more harm in a month, and meantime we shall do our utmost to obtain information and we shall keep you informed of anything we discover." The Superintendent and Sergeant accompanied Cameron and his friend to the door.
"It is a black night," said Sergeant Crisp.

"I hope they're not running any 'wet freight' in to-night." "It's a good night for it, Sergeant," said Dr.Martin.

"Do you expect anything to come in ?" "I have heard rumors," replied the Sergeant, "and there is a freight train standing right there now which I have already gone through but upon which it is worth while still to keep an eye." "Well, good-night," said the Superintendent, shaking Cameron by the hand.

"Keep me posted and when within reach be sure and see me.
Good-night, Dr.Martin.We may want you too before long." "All right, sir, you have only to say the word." The night was so black that the trail which in the daylight was worn smooth and plainly visible was quite blotted out.