His mind was still a bit dazed by the thing that had happened.

The police had not trailed him.

They had not ferreted him out, nor had they stumbled upon him by accident.

It was he who had gone out into the night and deliberately dragged them in! Of all the trickery fate had played upon him this was the least to be expected.
His mind began to work more swiftly as in darkness he cut the babiche cordage that bound the patrol dunnage to the sledge.

"N" Division, he told himself, was away over in the Athabasca country.