how to make a water wheel, while we watch 'em work."
The "prospector" glanced at his wife in dismay. But the corners of her mouth were twitching, and she laid a hand on his arm.
"The boy is right, Jack. Come on—be game! You fetch the wood and water, and build the fire, and I'll cook dinner."
And thus it was that a half-hour later, when Sergeant McKeever, and Corporal Rickey, and Constable Emmons, and Ick Far marched into camp escorting five manacled prisoners, they found a whisky-runner caulking a scow, and an Inspector of the Mounted and his wife preparing the noonday meal, while Special Constable Connie Morgan sat on the gravel and supervised the proceedings while he showed two round-eyed, and very much interested children how to build a water wheel out of a few round sticks and an old tin can.
For the "prospector" really was Inspector Jack Cartwright. McKeever had served with him in D Division, and Rickey in F. And when the roars of laughter that followed the recital had subsided, Inspector Cartwright stepped to Connie's side and
