“Don’t move,” said a heavy voice. “We got yuh!” (Page 128)

DICK KENT
ON SPECIAL DUTY

By MILTON RICHARDS

Author of
“Dick Kent with the Mounted Police,” “Dick Kent in the Far North,” “Dick Kent with the Eskimos,” “Dick Kent, Fur Trader,” “Dick Kent with the Malemute Mail.”

THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY
Akron, Ohio New York

Copyright MCMXXVIII
THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY
Made in the United States of America

Contents

CHAPTER PAGE

I Rand Tackles a Difficult Case 3

II The Price of Folly 12

III Three New Recruits 17

IV Frischette’s Money Box 28

V A Midnight Prowler 38

VI New Complications 49

VII The Mysterious Poke 57

VIII Corporal Rand Takes Charge 66

IX Unexpected News 76

X Conflicting Theories 85

XI Finding a Motive 93

XII “Rat” MacGregor’s Wife 103

XIII On Creel’s Trail 111

XIV A Meeting in the Woods 121

XV A Deserted Road-House 129

XVI Trapped! 134

XVII A Policeman’s Horse 144

XVIII A Red Blob 154

XIX Across Hay River 161

XX A Thrilling Experience 170

XXI The Key to the Mystery 180

XXII Dewberry’s Treasure 188

XXIII Leaves From an Old Diary 197

XXIV Carson’s Son 206

XXV Piecing the Threads 216

XXVI Dick Rejoins His Comrades 225

DICK KENT ON SPECIAL DUTY

CHAPTER I
RAND TACKLES A DIFFICULT CASE

“Rat” MacGregor dropped to the floor and crawled on hands and knees to the bunk wherein Dewberry, weary after hours of heavy mushing over an almost unbroken trail, now slept the sleep of the just. Dewberry’s raucous snores could be heard plainly. He lay face up, mouth partly open, while one large, hairy arm hung limply over the side of his bed.

MacGregor knew that Dewberry was really asleep. Not only did he know this, but he was cognizant of another fact, of which he alone was the sole possessor. He knew that the big Englishman could not easily be awakened. He was aware that something else besides weariness and exhaustion compelled Dewberry to slumber thus. And he grinned over the thought of it.

Before retiring for the night, the prospector had, following the usual custom, removed none of his clothes. Neither had he troubled to unstrap the money-belt that he wore, and place it in safe-keeping. The money-belt was full, almost bursting with yellowbacks and greenbacks of various denominations. But the thing which interested MacGregor even more, was the small poke, suspended from a