he crossed the Mackenzie and was prob'ly heading for Alaska." While Connie talked the man laid aside his cup and plate and deliberately filled his pipe, and the boy noted with admiration that the hand which held the glowing brand to the bowl was as steady as a hand of stone. The man puffed at his pipe and tossed the brand back into the fire.
"This here party, Notorious—which did you say?"
"Bishop," supplied Connie.
"Yeh, Bishop. What for lookin' hombre is he? Would you know him if you seen him?"
"Sure I'd know him!" exclaimed the boy. "We've got his picture at headquarters and his description, too."
"I was over on the other side about a month back, myself. Was working some creeks along the Carcajo."
"Did you see anybody over there?" eagerly inquired the boy. "Any white men, I mean."
"Yeh, they was a couple or so. What did he look like, this here Notorious gent?"
"Medium height, light hair, blue eyes, smooth face, weight about one hundred and sixty, and two
