CAMERON FEELS THE STRAIN
The advance guard of the Edmonton relief expedition arrived at Mackenzie
River two days late. Included among its personnel were Dick Kent, Sandy
and Toma and two medical men, Drs. Brady and Mattinson. Joy over the
safe arrival of the party was shadowed by the news of the destruction of
one of the planes and the death of Stewart, the aviator.
Inspector Cameron began at once to plan two separate itineraries into
the stricken areas. One of the physicians, it was decided, would be sent
immediately to the country north of the Mackenzie, from whence Davis had
brought first word of the epidemic. Another party was instructed to
proceed north and east toward the barren lands, over the selfsame route
Corporal Rand had but recently taken.
It was while these preparations were being carried out that the three
boys, Dick, Sandy and Toma, were called into the presence of the mounted
police official. Caps in hand, feeling awkward and ill at ease, they
listened to the grave and somewhat impatient voice of the inspector.
“Can’t tell you how pleased I am. Splendid! You’ve done well. Want to
thank each one of you. Suppose you think you’re going home now.”
The assertion seemed to require an answer. Sandy twisted his cap into a
knot, smiled, cleared his throat and assumed the part of spokesman.
“Yes, sir. We are under that impression.”
Cameron scowled, running his fingers through his rumpled hair.
“Not a bit of it! You’re not! Might as well disillusion you right now.
You’re to undertake another errand, equally as important and dangerous.”
“What is it?” asked Dick.
“You’re to lead the way to the barren lands. Escort to Doctor Brady.”
The boys exchanged furtive glances. Cameron continued:
“Dick, I’m placing you in charge. You’re the oldest. Sandy and Toma will
be your lieutenants. This expedition must not fail. Nothing must happen
to it. I’ll hold you all responsible.”
“Yes, sir,” trembled Dick. “But how do we get there?”
“There’s no trail. I’ll try and find a guide for you. You proceed
northeast, cross the Wapiti, the Little Moose, pass over a height of
land known as ‘The Divide,’ enter the barren lands and thus eventually
come to the Keechewan Mission, an important Catholic missionary center.
It’s a hard trip and you’ll never forget it.”
“Are there many people at this mission?” inquired Sandy.
“Yes, there’s a sort of village there—a mission-village: flour mill,
schools, hospital and the like. There are always several large Indian
encampments close by. The plague has found its way there. Scores have
died. As far as I know, no other section of the country is in such dire
straits.”
The inspector paused, scowling again and for a moment seemed to have
forgotten that he was not alone.
“The epidemic is bad enough,” he resumed, “but to add to the horror of
the situation, a revolt has taken place among the Indians. I’ve been
compelled to send Corporal Rand up there. You will follow but I doubt if
you will overtake him. He’s travelling light, while you will have
medicine, supplies, mail——”
“Mail!” interrupted Dick in surprise.
“Yes, mail. All of the mail for the Keechewan Mission comes here and is
forwarded, usually through the efforts of the R. N. W. M. P. There will
be three large sacks, including one packet of registered letters. Are
you willing to undertake this responsibility?”
The boys were a little confused and shy. For a time no one spoke.
“I asked you a question,” persisted the inspector. “Do you or do you not
want to take the mail?”
“Yes, sir,” said Dick hurriedly, “we’ll be glad to.”
“All right. Then that’s settled. I’ve given you an idea of the route.
Anything you wish to know?”
“It will be necessary to supply us with some sort of transport,” Dick
reminded him. “Would you suggest ponies?”
Inspector Cameron smiled.
“I might suggest ponies did I not know the North as well as I do. The
season is growing late. It is now the last week in October. The weather
has been wonderful—unusual, but we’re due for a change almost any day
now. You’ll have to take both ponies and dogs. Just as soon as the first
snowstorm comes, you can turn the ponies loose and proceed with the
huskies.”
A short discussion then took place. Dick could see that the inspector
was very anxious to have them start as soon as possible. For the past
few weeks the police head had had much to worry him. That was evident.
Deep lines showed in his forehead. At times he was subject to fits of
brooding, although the safe arrival of the Edmonton party had
considerably cheered him.
Burdened with so many responsibilities, Cameron revealed his state of
mind from time to time, either by his expression or by some chance word
he let fall. Naturally, the boys supposed that the inspector’s chief
worry had to do with the epidemic. They did not know that one of the
things that caused the grizzled veteran of police many hours of
apprehension and nights of wakeful, intolerable anxiety was Corporal
Rand’s hazardous undertaking. He feared for his subordinate’s safety.
The corporal had not been vaccinated. He had been sent to a district
which festered with the plague.
“Rand has gone up ahead of you,” he told the boys. “When you arrive at
the mission, the first thing I want you to do is to look him up. Doctor
Brady has my instructions. He’ll vaccinate the corporal if—if——”
He broke off suddenly and his eyes sought his desk. Absently he picked
up a letter-file and ran through it. Dick observed that his fingers were
trembling.
“If it isn’t too late, Dr. Brady will vaccinate him,” he resumed more
calmly. “The thought of his being up there troubles me. Shouldn’t have
gone in the first place. Matter of fact, he went against my wishes.
Hardly in physical shape. Weak. Been sick a long time with pneumonia. I
don’t like it.”
Again the police chief became absorbed in his thoughts. The boys stood
undecided, then turned and left the room. Outside, where they would not
be overheard, Sandy broke forth:
“Never saw him just like that before. I’d say he’s losing his grip,
Dick. Acts queer, doesn’t he?”
“I don’t wonder at it,” Dick came staunchly to the inspector’s rescue.
“You must admit his position has been trying enough of late. If I’d been
in his place, I’d be a mental wreck by this time.”
Soon after the subject was forgotten in the hurry and interest of their
departure. All three had been sent to Dr. Brady and were vaccinated. At
three o’clock that same afternoon the cavalcade set out. An Indian
guide, who professed to know every foot of the route, had been added to
their train at the last moment by Inspector Cameron.
“I’m not altogether sure about this man,” he had told Dick in strict
confidence. “Seems intelligent enough, and I’m sure he’s been over the
route many times. My only objection to him is his appearance. But one
can’t condemn a man on that score. He’ll probably prove invaluable to
you.”
Dick glanced at the new recruit and pursed his lips.
“Did he volunteer for this service?” he asked.
“Yes. Seemed anxious to go. Didn’t even want pay for his services.
Rather unusual, isn’t it?”
“Perhaps he has relatives or friends at Keechewan he’s been worrying
about,” surmised Dick.
“Of course, that may explain it. Still, I can’t say I like his looks.
You’d better watch him.”
“I’ll be on my guard,” laughed Dick as he leaned over in his saddle to
shake hands. “I’ll do my very best, inspector.”
“I know you will. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have sent you.”
The grim mouth relaxed into a faint smile. Cameron reached up and
gripped Dick’s hand.
“Good-bye,” he said simply.