But McKay is responsible.

He robbed us of a beautiful opportunity of dying in an unusual way by hunting us up and dragging us into his shelter.

A shabby trick, don't you think?
And inasmuch as Superintendent Tavish is about the biggest man in the Service, and Porter is his son-in-law, and Miss Tavish was saved along with us--why, they reckoned something ought to be done about it." Breault did not look up.

With, exasperating slowness he added fuel to the fire.
"And so--" He rose and stood before them again.
"And so--they assigned me to the very unpleasant duty of running you down with a pardon, McKay--a pardon forgiving you for all your sins, forever and ever, Amen.

And here it is!" He had drawn an official-looking envelope from inside his coat, and held it out now--not to McKay--but to Nada.
Neither reached for it.