But I'll get him some time or he'll get me," replied Cameron as his face settled into grim lines.

"Let's get back." "Are you quite fit ?" inquired the Superintendent.
"Fit enough.

Sore a bit in the head, but can navigate." "I can't tell you how disappointed and chagrined I feel.

It isn't often that my wits are so slow but--" The Superintendent's jaws here cut off his speech with a snap.

The one crime reckoned unpardonable in the men under his own command was that of failure and his failure to capture old Copperhead thus delivered into his hands galled him terribly.
"Well, good-night, Cameron," said the Superintendent, looking out into the black night.