You're the kind they give commissions to, now and then--and your folks in the old country never raised you for a police trooper." "Can you tell me how to win one ?" ask the corporal, and Stimson noticed the little gleam in his eyes.
"There's one road to advancement, and you know where to find the trooper's duty laid down plain," he said, with a dry smile.

"Now, you saw Lance Courthorne once or twice back there in Alberta ?" "Yes, sir, but never close to." "And you knew farmer Winston ?" Payne appeared thoughtful.

"Of course I met him a few times on the prairie, always on horseback with his big hat on, but Winston is dead--that is, I heard him break through the ice." The men's eyes met for a moment, and Stimson smiled curiously.

"There is," he said, "still a warrant out for him.

Now, you know where I am going, and, while I am away, you will watch Courthorne and his homestead.