boy, as he took his place at the end of the line, and with chest thrown out, glanced eagerly into the face of the Superintendent whose grey eyes twinkled as he noticed that the boy's service hat was pinched into its very tallest peak, and that his boot heels missed the floor by a good two inches—noted also that the youngster had taken up his position beside Constable Peters, who was the shortest man in B Division, and that even as he stood on tiptoe the peak of the boy's service hat did not show very much above Constable Peters's shoulder.
"For special detail to patrol the divide in search of one Notorious Bishop," the Superintendent was saying, "McKeever, … Rickey, …" Name after name was called, and as the list grew the boy's hopes sank. Even Constable Peters was mentioned and Connie winked hard as he realized the list was closed. Again the Superintendent was speaking: "For special detail to take census of Indians on the head-waters of the McQuesten, Special Constable Morgan, with Ick Far, interpreter."
The assignments were over. The men crowded into the barracks while Connie Morgan passed
