reaching a point above Fort Simpson, N Division won't pick him up, so it's up to us. He must never cross the Yukon. If it were anybody but Notorious Bishop I would detail a man or two to watch the passes, Bonnet Plume and Gravel River, and notify Fort Selkirk and Lapierre House, and let it go at that, but Notorious Bishop never does the obvious. I'm going to string a dozen men through the mountains, because if there is a strip of range that looks absolutely impassable, that's right where Notorious Bishop will cross." The Superintendent laid a small packet upon the reading table. "Better look over these photographs and descriptions," he advised, "and report for assignments in an hour."
As the commanding officer left the room constables and non-coms crowded about the table, and Special Constable Connie Morgan, who had been playing checkers with Sergeant Dan McKeever, rose to join them. The Sergeant, who had shown no interest in the documents, smiled into the boy's face.
"Set down, son," he said. "This ain't your job."
"Why not?" asked the boy, "and why aren't you taking a squint at those pictures?"
