Who would think that this old devil should have the impudence to camp right here under our nose?
Where did he come from anyway, do you suppose ?" "Been to the Blackfoot Reserve like enough and was on his way to the Sarcees when he fell in with this little camp of theirs." "That's about it," replied the Superintendent gloomily.

"And to think you had him fast and we let him go!" The thought brought small comfort to any of them, least of all to Cameron.

In that vast foothill country with all the hidings of the hills and hollows there was little chance that the Police would round up the fugitive, and upon Cameron still lay the task of capturing this cunning and resourceful foe.
"Never mind," said Martin cheerily.

"Three out, all out.

You'll get him next time." "I don't know about that.