CHAPTER 26
The Night Struggle
THE Golden Horn was agleam with the rising sun as the two policemen left the Indian encampment the next morning and headed for the patrol house. They were late in starting, owing to the arrangements they had to make in connection with the two hootch peddlers. At first it seemed as if the constable would have to conduct them to The Gap, leaving the sergeant to obtain a native to go with him. The matter was at length settled by several Indians agreeing to take the prisoners all the way to Kynox. The sergeant told them that they would be well rewarded if they delivered the two men to the police stationed at that post.
So once more the upholders of the law and the guardians of life sped along through the wilderness. For a while there was nothing to guide them. Then they came upon Tom’s trail, and this they followed. They had heard about the old Indian’s visit to the encampment, and the harsh reception which had been meted out to him. They surmised that he had made his way to the patrol house for shelter and food.
“Say, sergeant,” Rolfe remarked, as they paused to rest on the summit of a hill they had just climbed, “I wonder if the Wandering Jew had any children.”
“I never heard that he did,” was the reply. “Why do you ask?”
“Because I have come to the conclusion that he did,
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