nadian Infantry, bound for Southampton on the troop-ship Ontario, was saluted by one of his captains.
"We've found a stowaway aboard, sir. He's a Cree Indian; belongs to the reserves of the —th, who arrived in Halifax Monday."
"What in thunder did he stowaway on a troop-ship for if he wanted to desert?"
"He wants to fight, sir, not desert. He has quite a history."
"What do you mean, Captain Booth?"
"Why, one of the officers of the —th told me the Indian had travelled with a dog-team from the far north to enlist. He heard about the war in a Hudson's Bay Post and mushed five hundred miles in midwinter. I wish more Canadians had his spirit."
"Well, well!" muttered the colonel, "and he couldn't wait to go with the —th, so came with us? Let me see him!"
Smeared with the grime and tar of the ship's hold, Lecroix stood before Colonel Waring and saluted.
Unflinchingly the small eyes of the Cree met the gaze of the officer.
"Do you know what desertion means?"
"Oua, yes, seer!" replied the Cree.
"Why did you leave your regiment, then?"
"I wan' to fight, not to rot all dees winter in de barrack."
"Um!" The officer scratched his chin.
"Didn't you know you'd be sent back on the next ship for Halifax?"
"I wan' to fight, seer! I travail all de Januar'
