are
going to be sold this time. Besides that the Police are on their way to
Kananaskis following our trail. They will reach Kananaskis to-night and
start for Ghost River to-morrow. We ought to get Copperhead between us
somewhere on the Ghost River trail and we must get him to-day. Where
will he be now?"

Jerry considered the matter, then, pointing straight eastward, he
replied:

"On trail Kananaskis not far from Ghost Reever."

"Will he be that far?" inquired Cameron. "He would have to sleep and
eat, Jerry."

"Non! No sleep--hit sam' tam' he run."

"Then it is quite possible," said Cameron, "that we may head him off."

"Mebbe--dunno how fas' he go," said Jerry.

"By the way, Jerry, when do we eat?" inquired Cameron.

"Pull belt tight," said Jerry with a grin. "Hit at cache on trail."

"Do you mean to say you had the good sense to cache some grub, Jerry, on
your way down?"

"Jerry lak' squirrel," replied the half-breed. "Cache grub many
place--sometam come good."

"Great head, Jerry. Now, where is the cache?"

"Halfway Kananaskis to Ghost Reever."

"Then, Jerry, we must make that Ghost River trail and make it quick if
we are to intercept Copperhead."

"Bon! We mus' mak' beeg speed for sure." And "make big speed" they
did, with the result that by midday they struck the trail not far from
Jerry's cache. As they approached the trail they proceeded with extreme
caution, for they knew that at any moment they might run upon Copperhead
and his band or upon some of their Indian pursuers who would assuredly
be following them hard. A careful scrutiny of the trail showed that
neither Copperhead nor their pursuers had yet passed by.

"Come now ver' soon," said Jerry, as he left the trail, and, plunging
into the brush, led the way with unerring precision to where he had made
his cache. Quickly they secured the food and with it made their way back
to a position from which they could command a view of the trail.

"Go sleep now," said Jerry, after they had done. "Me watch one hour."

Gladly Cameron availed himself of the opportunity to catch up his sleep,
in which he was many hours behind. He stretched himself on the ground
and in a moment's time lay as completely unconscious as if dead. But
before half of his allotted time was gone he was awakened by Jerry's
hand pressing steadily upon his arm.

"Indian come," whispered the half-breed. Instantly Cameron was
wide-awake and fully alert.

"How many, Jerry?" he ask