if you and Mrs.
Maynard will be content to let him stay with me. I can talk almost any
man drowsy."

"Mamma seems to worry for fear he is hurt."

"Assure her solemnly that he hasn't a scratch. He is simply fighting
mad, and I'm going to try and find the tramp. Does Mrs. Maynard remember
how he looked?"

"She could not see the face at all. She heard some one at the shutters,
and a voice, and supposed of course it was papa, and threw open the
blind."

"Oh, I see. That's all, Miss Alice. I'll go back to the colonel.
Good-night!" And Armitage went forth with a lighter step.

"One sensation knocked endwise, colonel. I have it on the best of
authority that Mrs. Maynard so fearlessly went to the window in answer
to the voice and noise at the shutters simply because she knew you were
out there somewhere and she supposed it was you. How simple these
mysteries become when a little daylight is let in on them, after all!
Come, I'm going to take you over to my room for a stiff glass of grog,
and then after his trampship while you go back to bed."

"Armitage, you seem to make very light of this night's doings. What is
easier than to connect it all with the trouble at Sibley?"

"Nothing was ever more easily explained than this thing, colonel, and
all I want now is a chance to get that tramp. Then I'll go to Sibley;
and 'pon my word I believe that mystery can be made as commonplace a
piece of petty larceny as this was of vagrancy. Come."

But when Armitage left the colonel at a later hour and sought his own
room for a brief rest he was in no such buoyant mood. A night-search for
a tramp in the dense thickets among the bluffs and woods of Sablon
could hardly be successful. It was useless to make the attempt. He slept
but little during the cool August night, and early in the morning
mounted a horse and trotted over to the railway-station.

"Has any train gone northward since last night?" he inquired at the
office.

"None that stop here," was the answer. "The first train up comes along
at 11.56."

"I want to send a despatch to Fort Sibley and get an answer without
delay. Can you work it for me?"

The agent nodded, and pushed over a package of blanks. Armitage wrote
rapidly as follows:

"CAPTAIN CHESTER,

"Commanding Fort Sibley.

"Is Jerrold there? Tell him I will arrive Tuesday. Answer.

"F. ARMITAGE."

It was along towards nine o'clock when the return message came click