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S “The Silver Hawk II
S BY WIL.UAM BYRON MOWERY
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SYNOPSIS
James Dorn, aerlar map maker, as-
gigned to a territory ip, the noyth-
'grn Canadian Rockies lives alone
in his camp on Titan Island.
Kansas Eby, his friend for the
. past six years was stationed at
Eagle Nest, two. hundred miles
east. Kansas came over one
night to a dance that the Indians
were having on the station
platform. When the midnight
train pulled in he seen a girl
come out and glance hurriedly
around and then disappear into
the darkness. Kansas followed
hurriedly but failed to find any
; trace of her. He told his friend
‘ Dorn about it and the same night
Pere Bergelot, a trusty metis ar
rived with the girl.
The girl, Aurore McNain, asks
Dorn to go to a lonely lake in
search of her father and she wish
es to accompany him where she
remains in hiding and Dorn car
ries supplies to her iby aeroplane.
Carfer-Suowdon arrives, and with
the help of some 'breeds is trying
to locate her. Luke, the trusty
old Indian, who knows her secret
hiding place is captured and Dorn
is trying to free him from Carter-
Snowdon.
III
■Saw
i to you only in case of «ome 'accident’
1 to myself, for this is my fight, wot
: yours; and to tell you the truth j’m
1 jealous of my privilege of watching
• out for Aurore McNain. But when
J you get this, that privilege will have
passed to you.
you're partner’
i over here and
what happened
from here, Go
to Aurore and
you will like her; and aside from my
. asking yop to, I know you will look
out for her to the limit of a 'man’s
ability.
"She has told me nothing about
her trouble, or what stands between
her and Henry Carter-Snowdon, but
I believe she will tell you because
she will know at once that you are
human, whereas she seems to think
I am an ogre or a sword or a flaming
judgment.”
Along with this letter Dorn en
closed a map showing Kansas how
to get to Aurora's lake; and one
night he handed the message aver to
old Bergelot.
During that interval when his en-
, emies had no planes, and so there
was no danger of them air-trailing
him, Dorn had visited the Lake of
the Dawn every day, at morning or
at evening. He would skim over the
towering peak-line and drop; and
circling once or twice above her is
land, would wave to Aurore there
•on the jutting boulder and catch the
tiny flutter of her kerchief in ans
wer; but he had no reason to light
except to be with her, and there was
every reason why that should not be.
With no presumption in the world
toward Aurore McNain but rather
with astonishment that it should be
.'true, Dorn knew that Aurore liked
him; and after what she had told
him that evening of the rainstorm,
he felt it would be dishonest if he
should keep on'visiting her.
‘Then after Carter-Snowden had
brought in those two ■ new planes
and Dorn could never feel positive
that a shiny speck was not hanging
somewhere in the sky watching him,
he stayed away from Aurore alto
gether. Each day he put in double
his limit of flying hours, at carto
graphy; it was high-tension work
that kept him from thinking * too
much, that burned up. his nervous
energy and made sleep possible when
he homed to Titan Pass. At times
when he passed within a couple doz
en miles of her lake it seemed that
his very compass needles swung in
Aurore’ direction, and the Silver
Hawk seemed to side-slip toward
that fieTy mesa; but rather than
endanger her in the slightest degree,
he denied himself even a mere dis
tant glimpse of.her.
It was during one-of those early
days, When Dorn was not afraid of
'being air-trailed, that Kansas Eby
discovered where Aurore was hidden.
At the Lest River Dutchman’s post
a hundred miles north of the Dake
of the Dawn, Kansas had stopped to
take on gas and oil cne afternoon
from the emergency drums which lie
and Dorn‘had planted there. The
Dutchman told him that Dorn had
just been there and had gone
straight south. Wanting to talk with
his partner, Kansas whipped south
full-throttle on Dorn’s trail. After a
long c'hase he finally sighted the
Silver Hawk far ahead. Watching, he
saw the graceful plane skim over 'a
' ” , dip completely out of
^iglit into a mountain valley, and
finally reappear and wing on toward
home. He thought: "That’s a queer
manoeuvre— losing seven
feet of altitude; what did
he was doing, anyway?”
When he himself sailed
the blue, beautiful lake and its sev
en islands, Kansas looked under the
keel and die fairly jumped, and his
hands dropped from the controls
When he ?Jaw a small human figure
on a jutting boulder far away be
neath him. Seizing his binoculars,
he drew the figure close; and once
again he swore: "For Lord’s sake,
it’s that girl! Here’s Where .Jim’s got
her!” Aurore was
and Kansas realized
teur eye his plane
Silver Hawk. "She
come back!” While
out of the'cockpit with his machine
lurching and yawing, be remember
ed Aurore as he had seen her that
night iir the lighted vestibule and as
she flitted away from him in tlie ce
dars; and curiosity ate him up. He
thought: "Jim won’t tell me any
thing about 'her; by the Lord I’ll see
for myself; I saw her first anyway!”
He shut off his ignition and pushed
the stick forward and went down in
a thundering dive.
(Continued next week)
Don’t betray that
of mine by coming
trying to find out
to me. Stay away
north immediately
meet her. I know
lr,
from running a fleadraii line one
blizzard week. A baby was born,
Yoroslaf thrust it through the ice
of a river, because it cried too much.
He had amassed considerable infor
mation at covering crimes, but this
time, in some unaccountable. way,
"the mopsebird started talking”;'
and with the sergeant three pipes
behind him Yoroslaf broke for the
huge wilderness south of the Lost
River Dutchman’s Post, and escaped,
A wholly-whipper caught him in the
mountains, For a whole midwinter
moon the 'snow kept climbing up,
up, up to the first limbs of the
spruces; the Lord Sun was cached;
the storm howled flown from the
land of the Yukon-iho-tannah like
ten. million Ioupgarou. During the
blizzarfl Yoroslaf stumbled upon a
cabin on an island, and after the
storm abated he wanaered on south
and finally came out to the Canadian
National; and hearing that Titan
Pass was free of Yellow-Stripes, lie
went there and grew face-hair,
Now, whe Soft-Shoe heard about
that cabin—particularly about its
comfortable furniture, . its double
walls and two rooms—he knew that
there was the place Aurore was in
refuge. Yoroslaf had only a hazy
iflea how far north from Titan Pass
the cabin was; the storm had bewil
dered him, he had come south by a
circuitous route, and his mind in
general now was bleary from rot
gut lioutchini. But he did remem
ber that the lake lay along the old
Carrier trail-path, and he did know
that by. following
not help finding
Soft-Shoe:
"You take me,
up north in an air machine, set us
off; we hunt each way on trail, find
cabane hiyu quick.”
Wlpn Dorn had dynamited the
planerthat night, Soft-Shoe’s scheme
was Delayed for several days, till Cart/i'r-Snowdon brought in a new
fouffplace biplane, together with a
sm/|l swift monoplane to match
Dcf/n’s Silver Hawk. This .pursuit
ciBft, carrying a machine gun and a
gunner, was to act as convoy to the
heavy ship and to shoot Dorn out cf
the air so that he could not prevent
them from closing in upon Aurore.
Then one morning when Dorn was
'busy mapping a nameless river far
a way west 'of Aurore’s lake, the twft
machines went north and set off the
three metis; and after arranging a
signal system with the ’breeds when
they should find Aurore, they came
back to Eaux Mortes to wait and to
watch for a chance to "get” Doni.
Left in that wilderness, Yoroslaf
climbed a neighboring giant and
from its eyrie pinnacle swept and
studied the country with long-range
glasses. North at the limit of vision
ho made out a fiery-coloured mesa
and a horseshoe range ridden by a
star-shaped glacier; and they stirred
vague memories in his brain; and ho
guessed, correctly, that the lake he j peak-line,
sought nestled somewhere in that'
region. It was not his intention to
split the reward money with Charlo
and Narcisse; he coveted it all for
his own sweet own. So he directed
the two 'breeds to work south along
the Carrier trial; but he himself
with light tump-pack and rifle, hur
ried north-—-toward Aurore’s lake.
Dorn’s own machine gun came—
afi air-cooled Lewis. He managed to
instal it into the crowded cockpit,
and took with him on all his trips.
'Then old Luke, who went scounting
every day with his nose up-wind,
brought him word of Carter-iSnow-
don’s swift pursuit craft which car
ried not only double guns but a
gunner to operate them.
That news hit Dorn hard. He saw
this struggle now shaping toward an
aerial battle between hipi and the
fighting plane, and he knew that in
such a battle, when he would have
to pilot the Silver Hawk ami work
> .'the unsynchronizeci Lewis too, his
after Dorn^ had wrecked the own craft would probably go down
... J wreckage. Dorn never
turned dwelt on the consequences to liim-
began .self, but only
thought*
over with one of these days,
the end comes, it’ll come quick and
hard. Aurore shouldn’t foe dependent
upon me alone. It's too terrible a
risk now. Her safety and protection
shouldn’t hang on any one person.
If they ‘get’ me they” ‘get* Lake too,
so that he could never tell tales.
Then nobody would know where Au-
roro is. She could never come out;
she’d die there ... or some ’breed
would happen along ...”
There was one man he could turn
to and pin faith to. He wrote a let
ter to Kansas Eby relating how Au
rore McNain had come to him that
night of the metl dance, lioiv I10 had
taken, her north, how Carter-Snow-
don had established liis identity, hud
fought him, and now had brought
against him an aimed plane,
his usual restraint Dorn wrote
and when
no longer
strutting
had murder in his heart. His prim
itive code demanded retaliation in
blood upon enemies who had thrust
hot iron against his flesh and had
tied thongs to rocks to sink him in
a like. Dorn tried to head him off:
"I had chance,
tote you away
Had to grab you,
before ’breeds come
' "Huh!
tumbled
four jabs you kill ’em all.”
Dorn knew ho could never explain
to old Luke his aversion to blood
shed. So he argued: CartejvSnow-
don’s disappearance -would, raise a
hue and' outcry, the Yellow-Stripes
would come a'nd trace the guilt, and
there would ibe disastrous conse
quences for Aurore.
With a trip-hammer beating inside
his skull, Luke was in no mood to
reason. He snarled: 1
"You hyas fool, damn’ fool! You
try fight grizzly with pine bough!'1
You ’bout like all other white men—
look one way, row another. Indian
paddle where look. When Indian has
enemy, Indian kill’m. You ....
bimeby you lose young squaw-siche.
S'pose Ave go back to their camp;
kill 'em all? .... ”
Because it fell in with what he
had in mind, Dorn, pretended to
agree. He said:. "Good. But you
stay here; leggs wobbly; no account
in fight. I’ll go down there again,
sneak up, kill 'em this time.”lo me snuuvw «uu. — I stepped into the mouth of the
was standing there, debating wheth-1 .avalanche shed where the flare oi.
er he might not quietly step on down I his match was shielded, and prepar-
the lake shore without showing a ‘ ed a second dynamite cartridge with
yellow streak, some sudden and extra long fuse. Then leaving the
mysterious missile, seeming to come. °hl Indian, lie crept back along the
from a laurel thicket not twelve grade, cut down through the trees
yards out in the dark, whirled past and struck the lake edge two hun-
liis ear, spluttering and fizzing like dred yards above Carter-Snowdon’s
camp. Wading out to shoulder-deep
* CHAPTER XIX
So CarteisSnowdon walked away
to the shadow edge; and while he
a tiny firecracker, and struck square
ly in the bed of coals; and in the
next instant that bed of coals ex
ploded with a terrific flash, and the
moss lifted up off the ground like
strips of carpet, and the tent, snap-
j|ing its ropes as though they were Slider webs, turned inside out and
collapsed; and a blast of air struck
Carter-Snowdon like a club and
stretched him flat ana Knocked him
■unconscious.
When he groped back to his sens
es, Ike a swimmer struggling up
through dark waters, he heard the
guttural, excited voice of Charlo, the
sentinel ’breed, trying to bring Yoro-
slaf to his wits again. Minutes1
must have passed since the explosion
and it must have plunged the camp
into utter blackness; for the ’breed
■had kindled a new fire of dry twigs
• and it was already burning brightly.
By its light Carter-Snowdon saw
what a terrible wreck his camp was;
But his brain was still too foggy for
him to understand that
Cartographer had slipped
’breeds out in the dark
■struck and struck hard,
I-Ie grasped the bole of a sapling
.and got to his feet and stumbled
over to the spot where his detective
lay doubled up against a tree. That
was the tree which the old Indian
had been roped to. before that mis
sile came whirling out of the bushes
but now those ropes slashed to short
lengths, were lying on the ground
there and the old Indian had disap
peared.
Then -Carter-Snowdon heard Char
lo explaining to the other ’breeds
who had come running in: "That air
devil he musta follow’ us. tMusta
belly up'close. Out in bush I hear
one leel’ scratch-scratch; I say, 'That
meibbe rabbit or pine-hog or stink
tail thd skunk? But no! no! Was
air-devil. He throw earthquake
stick on fire, blow camp to helln
gone, grab oid son-of-she-deg, and
go like that!”—Charlo snapped his
fingers.
The ’breeds, excepting Yoroslaf,
all laughed; a camp so utterly
wrecked as this one was a stupen
dous joke-—;
knocked out
"earthquake
took charge:
flevil
fast,
both.
At
shed
Dead
bad run that distance at top speed
carrying an awkward, limp 'burden
in his arms. Aftei’ cutting the wrist
and ankle babisches from old Luke,
he brought water
worked with the
was sitting up.
"You bad hurt,
In a whisper,
•Luke flexed his
legs, and felt of- a
thigh. He wai
nose, and liid hair was a mat of
blood from the clubbing lie had tak
en when tho ’breeds
but he grunted "NO”
of Dorn;
"You kill ’em all
ItuM”
"Why—no,” Dorn
Icnew what was doming.
Horn the
past those
and had
ince they had not 'been
by the explosion of the
stick.” Then Charlo
"Indian can’t walk. Air
■Can’t go
We catcli’m
long!”
an _ avalanche
mile from the
hava to tote him,
can’t be far,
Hyaak, come
the mouth of
a good quarter
Waters, Dorn had to stop; he
in his helmet and
Indian till Luke
huh?” Dorn asked
numbed arms and
burn on his naked
bleeding from the
captured, him;
He demanded
down there.
whispered. Ho
Old LukO
You
there
had knife, they lay
on ground; tlnee,
the trail he could
the lake. He told
Charlo, Narcisse,
camp. Wading out to shoulder-deep
water, he turned and paralleled the
shore-line, half-wading, half-swim
ming; and while the ’breeds were
combing the tamarack drogue for
■him, Dorn was lifting himself into
the cockpit of the biplane which
•once had dogged him and which was
a deadly threat against Aurore in
her refuge two hundred miles north.
1 He saw Carter-Snowdon and the
detective huddling over the fire, but
not the ’breeds, and he guessed:
‘‘They’re looking for me. They’ll look
still harder in a couple of minutes.
This is worse than shaking a hor
net's nest. I’d better take Luke and
cup up along the mountain and get
that way.”
He planted the cartridge against
the rudder-bar, lit the fuse, slipped
overboard; and reaching a little
headland up-shore, he turned to
watch. When the explosion came it
lifted the heavy machine off.the wa
ter and tore the engine out of it and
crumpled the wings; and a sheet of
fire from the bttrsted gas tanks flar
ed out across the water and lit up
the demolished, sinking plane.
Dorn, hurried on to the avalanche
shed and found old Luke; and the
two of them circled up through' the
mountain pines on their way
home.
3 .
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JOB
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AU descriptions of Job
CHAPTER XX
Skirmishing
■Contrary to what Dorn thought,
this capture of Luke Jlle-waliwacet
had been more or less an accident;
it was no part of^the main plan
which Soft-Shoe had built up'-to lo
cate Aurore McNain.
It is true that Soft-Shoe at first
had counted On getting Dorn or the
Indian into his power and so find
ing out where she was; but he had
learned about the dynamite mine
and all the precautions Dorn was
taking, and he had given over tho
idea and turned to a more promising
scheme. ‘The 'breeds had merely
been scouting around on Dorn’s Is
land that night—prowling about
like slinked wolves to snap up what
ever might happen their way; Soft-
Shoe had pinned no hopes to them, “the” unsynchronized Lewis
and after Dorn had *■■'■>«1
camp and wrested the old Indian out m flaming
of their hands, Soft-Shoe
back to his main plan and
pushing it.
By inquiry among the metis
Station he had found out that
McNain and his daughter ui
"pitch-off” from the Titan pass for
their summers in the wilderness,
that Old Luke had been their guide;
that their general direction had been
north from the railroad.He shrewd
ly guessed that wherever they had
spent those vacations, there Aurore
was hiding noiv; but a staggering
lot of country lay north of the Cana
dian National, and Soft-Shoe was
temporarily at a halt—till Yoroslaf
supplied him with a bit of uncollect
ed and priceless information.
Throe winter ago Joe yoroslaf had
got into trouble up at Fort Laird.
The. Yellow-Stripe sergeant at Laird
had*been watching him suspiciously;
tlio young and pretty Sikanni squaw
whom Yoroslag wag living with was
hot his wife, and tho sergeant be
lieved that ’breed knew why her
husband had failed to come back
at the
.Roger
jed to
to Aurora. He
This skirmishing will be
When
With
s; "If
yob get this letter, son, I’ll
bo doing business; rm in*
Had Bergelot to deliver it
thousand
he think
•cut over
waving to him,
that to an ama-
looked like the
thinks I’m Jim,
he leaned half
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