As the jigger stopped Philip jumped from his seat and held out a blistered hand.

"I'm Steele--Philip Steele, of the Northwest Mounted." "And I'm Billinger--agent," said the other.
Philip noticed that the hand that gripped his own was raw and bleeding.
"I got your word, and I've received instructions from the department to place myself at your service.

My wife is at the key.

I've found the trail, and I've got two horses.

But there isn't another man who'll leave up there for love o' God or money.