It was after midnight when he went to bed, and he was up with the
early dawn. With the first break of day the bateau men were
preparing their breakfast. David was glad. He was eager for the
day's work to begin, and in that eagerness he pounded on the door
and called out to Joe Clamart that he was ready for his breakfast
with the rest of them, but that he wanted only hot coffee to go
with what Black Roger had brought to him in the basket.
That afternoon the bateau passed Fort McMurray, and before the sun
was well down in the west Carrigan saw the green slopes of
Thickwood Hills and the rising peaks of Birch Mountains. He
laughed outright as he thought of Corporal Anderson and Constable
Frazer at Fort McMurray, whose chief duty was to watch the big
waterway. How their eyes would pop if they could see through the
padlocked door of his prison! But he had no inclination to be
discovered now. He wanted to go on, and with a growing exultation
he saw there was no intention on the part of the bateau's crew to
loiter on the way. There was no stop at noon, and the tie-up did
not come until the last glow of day was darkening into the gloom
of night in the sky.
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