The photographer, McKay, was moving to McBride. His portrait studio at Tte Jaune had been washed away by the flood. Gone were his Persian rug, studio props and other furniture. He had observed the rising water and had decided to pack up his chemicals, stock of glass plates and negatives and move them to higher ground, which in the case of Mile 52, was the new roadbed of the Grand Trunk Pacific. All his clothing and personal affects were stuffed into a large trunk and stacked with his photographic equipment at the station.
While passing the time and waiting for the passenger train from Edmonton, McKay had been approached by a group of business acquaintances. They wished to have a photograph taken of themselves in front of the baggage room entrance. They were seven well dressed gentlemen in dark coloured suits, also waiting the arrival of the train. The photographer agreed to the commission and quickly set up a large tripod and camera in the middle of the railway tracks. From that vantage point he could capture the men in black suits standing in a line. This was the last image he would capture at Tte Jaune Cache.
In contrast, at the other end of the station platform, a party of young ladies were gathered around a very soggy-looking Caribou Joe. The station freight clerk approached the women. "I'm sorry to interrupt, ladies. Could you kindly lower your voices. There are other passengers . . . the gentlemen outside the ticket office are about to have their portrait taken by Mr. McKay, our local photographer and . . ." John Allen stopped and looked at Joe. "Don't I know you from somewhere?"
Joe, who was still stealing glances at the man's boots, was about to answer when Sarah said, "Mr. Allen, you're interrupting an interview with our Captain Caribou!"
"Are you the one they call 'Caribou Joe'," asked John, "The man who shot 28 caribou at one time?"
"It was more like five," answered Joe. He wanted to confront the freight clerk about the origins of his leather boots but could not find the words.
Sarah interjected with, "Mr. Allen, is this our interview or your interview? And, where are those bloody biscuits you promised?"
"Now, Ladies," he replied, "Do you have any idea who this man is?"
Just at that moment Judge Johnson and Constable Bigumpound emerged from the station waiting room and made their way past the photographer and the 'men in black' to the interview area. The girls opened their circle around Joe to allow the two men to enter. Judge Johnson spoke first. "We couldn't help overhearing." He addressed Joe. "Are you Caribou Joe?"
Joe's heart began to beat madly. His eyes raced in all directions. It seemed there was no escape. Suddenly be felt a hand grip his shoulder from behind. He turned and was face to face with Constable Bigumpound.
In the next episode - "THE EVIDENCE" - After hunting for nine long months Constable Bigumpound finally has his man. But, will Joe be taken into custody?
