bellion,
and because of the character of the warfare adopted by their cunning
foe.

The record of the brief six weeks' campaign constitutes a creditable
page in Canadian history, a page which no Canadian need blush to read
aloud in the presence of any company of men who know how to estimate at
their highest value those qualities of courage and endurance that are
the characteristics of the British soldier the world over.

CHAPTER XVII

TO ARMS!

Superintendent Strong was in a pleasant mood, and the reason was not far
to seek. The distracting period of inaction, of doubt, of hesitation was
past, and now at last something would be done. His term of service along
the line of the Canadian Pacific Railway construction had been far from
congenial to him. There had been too much of the work of the ordinary
patrol-officer about it. True, he did his duty faithfully and
thoroughly, so faithfully, indeed, as to move the great men of the
railway company to outspoken praise, a somewhat unusual circumstance.
But now he was called back to the work that more properly belonged to an
officer of Her Majesty's North West Mounted Police and his soul glowed
with the satisfaction of those who, having been found faithful in
uncongenial duty, are rewarded with an opportunity to do a bit of work
which they particularly delight to do.

With his twenty-five men, whom for the past year he had been polishing
to a high state of efficiency in the trying work of police-duty in the
railway construction-camp, he arrived in Calgary on the evening of the
tenth of April, to find that post throbbing with military ardor and
thrilling with rumors of massacres and sieges, of marching columns and
contending forces. Small wonder that Superintendent Strong's face took
on an appearance of grim pleasure. Straight to the Police headquarters
he went, but there was no Superintendent there to welcome him. That
gentleman had gone East to meet the troops and was by now under
appointment as Chief of Staff to that dashing soldier, Colonel Otter.

But meantime, though the Calgary Police Post was bare of men, there were
other men as keen and as daring, if not so thoroughly disciplined for
war, thronging the streets of the little town and asking only a leader
whom they could follow.

It was late evening, but Calgary was an "all night" town, and every
minute was precious, for minutes might mean lives of women and children.
So down the street rode Superintendent St