paper that had been overlooked in the first inspection. It was a page from a police note-book, and upon it were scribbled the words:
Hustle vaccination points up here quick. 100 Indians, smallpox—very bad. The Indians will bring you back, but if anything happens, follow up McQuesten to creek marked by blasted pine. Cross divide at head of creek and follow down first creek s. e.
Over and over the Sergeant read the note, and as he read, his brows drew together in a frown. Suddenly he looked up:
“I’ve got it, kid! Rickey run onto this band that was down with the Red Death, an’ he stayed with ’em an’ sent a couple of bucks for help. They come down with it on the trail. One dies, an’ the other put him in the canoe an’ come on to the big river, where he either died or else hit back for the Injun camp.”
The two officers placed the body and effects in the speed boat and, towing the canoe behind, headed the Aurora for Dawson.
Early the following morning Connie Morgan and Sergeant McKeever, together with Ick Far, Indian scout, interpreter, and guide, stepped into
