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' Pr'incipal' Characters:
'KEITH MARLOW Of the Canadian •Mounted Police, recently ,joined from Britain.
'tCOLIN. ANSON Mallow's cousin, who had gone out to Canada spine years earlier than
Keith.
.0HET FRASER .......... . Friend of Keith, he later joins the Mounted Police.
.PAUL MARRABLE ...........1An unsavoury character, •suspected of trafficking in drugs and drink
• with the Canadian Indians.
,.GRACE ARDEN • .. . Lives with her father in a remote p art of the mountains.
DUNCAN' MacLAINE „ Keith Marlow's fellow trooper:
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SYNOPSIS OF -PREVIOUS trackingKeith had previously y miotic another
KEITH MARLOW, a cerpgrai in
the Canadian Mounted Police, and
CHET WILSON, a recruit in the
same :force, are on the trail of drug
:and drink lnafficers, in an Indian
:reservation• in the north of Canada.
Chet has joined the police because
Keith rescued hs sister CELIA front
PAUL MARABLE, who had caused
:Iter to ,become a dreg addict, They
.have a suspicion that Marrable is
:.concerned with the men titey aro
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'Trains 41 Arrive at and depart from
enemy in JAKE DRANVER, whom
he hacl arrested for murder, after 12
days 'trail in the snow. During that
trip he had been rescued from death
in a frozen lake by an English girl.
named GRACE ARDEN, tyke appear,
to be connected with Keith's dead
had 'trapped Harman and Bishop.
Yethel insisted that the two Mounties
had not been killed but that Wing
had taken. them' to his secret place:
where they were held prisoners.
Keith demanded to be told' where
this secret place was to be found.
Yethel hesitated'. There was no doubt
Viet he was horribly afraid of Mar-
rable's vengeance if he told, Keith
asstrt•ecl 'him that he would be safe
voirommoromilieemmo
The trampled clay was almost es
hard as b'riek, bat it flew before the
.hand -driven hatchet blade.
"lie .seems to know where it is,"
Keith said to himself, 'and decided
to wait. He felt sure nothing would
happen to, the little digger. until be
had unearthed the cackle,
He had not lotng to wait. The
hatchet blade rang on metal and the
big inao swooped dawn. With a swing
in prison long before Wing—or Mar- of one arise he sent hie wretched little
ruble—knew of his information. and slave rolling over ancl over; with the
presently the shaman said. in a falt-
ceing voice that it was on host River.
"Do you know where that it,
Keith?" Chet asked.
"I've heard of it,' Keith answered.
"It's North-West of this, tip. in the
Meet country." He frowned. "No
country for a 'plane."
"There. are probably lakes," Chet the man he had to deal with, hail.
suggested. "Anyhow it sounds to me his gun ready in • his hand.
as if Yethel was giving us the truth. "Give me that box," he ordered.
The man raised his knife and came
for shim like a tiger. So. sudden and
furious was his attack that only a
swift swerve saved Keith's.life. As
it was, the razor-edged blade gashed
his parka. Keith pulled trigger.. He
bad no choice, The bullet drove
straight through the man's body, and
other hand he lifted a small black
box. ale wrenched it open, took out a
pinch of the powder, laid it on the
back of his hand in the hollow be-
tween his thumb and forefinger, and
sniffed ecstatically.. He closed ^ the
box carefully and started• for the door.
So did' Keith, •and Keith, knowing
"`He's too scared to do anything
else," Keith agreed.
"Then we'd best push up there at
once and get these fellows out."
Kith shrugged. ."It's not as easy
as that Chet. It sounds• as if Mar-
rable had some sort of strongholds up
there in the hills and he won't scare
whispered with a sound like rustling like these birds. Wait till I ask a be fell back through the open door
silk. The stars glittered in a sky of few snore questions; He spoke again ,into the lodge.` He was dead almost
steel. Nothing living but they three to the shaman but the latter had come as he touched, ground; shot through
moved in a frozen world, to the end •of his -knowledge. He had the heart.
never been on Lost River and all he
The fire was still burning whenThis was the first man Keith had
knew' about it was that it rose in
they reached the camp, and Chet piled the Valley of No Echo. Questioned ever killed, and for a moment he stood
on more wood so that the blaze leap- about this valley with the quaint quite still, looking clown at his victim,'
name, all that Yethel could •say was hardly able to believe that a life had
That 't , "Th T been snuffed out so swiftly. Then he
cot sin COLIIV ANSON, murdered ed upwards. Seated between the fire
twocou years before in a. Canadian game and the. bluff, they had the heat re- t was w tete a amen hued
reservation. She tells 'tum nothing of fleeted back from the rock: Even soy was aware that the little man was.
The Tamer, he added, was .. a white
herself., .however. Keith is now Itis the cold'was cruel. Keith gave the standing• beside him and speaking,
uncle's hair," man and was so called because he <Zat very fine shot," he said. "Zai
very bad man. You no come, he kill
me. Keith pulled hinnself together.
an aeroplane which tote 1 re vied them
an
apparently by tete occupants cf the pot of tea, and be and Keith drank y 1 "Who is he?" he asked.
'plane.There was no more to be' had out
l Evrmuall they arrive ata log cab- it gratefully. Their Keith gave a of Yethel so he was given his blanket' - `H, one Ear. I not know any ozzer
3mug to his prisoner. Ho w He come from Kleen country,
in by a sacred Indian lake, from "Keith " said Chet in a whisper,I again and another cup. of tea, there He work for Lafitte." Keith nodded.
'which sounds of a drunken war dance Keith and Chet sat apart and chatted
a-roe:ed. Keith enters the cabin "Can that blighter understand.Eng-! awhile in whi vers. After which the i fid Yon—what's your name?"
a1011e. and thallenges the leaflet, "s" ' y"1 called Tuzu. -work at ze Com
YETHEL, to cones forward, got into their sleeping bags. There; parry post at Ten Mile."
was no need to keep watch. Kolbe
prisoner a blanket, the fastened. h
n tm
On their way nota,, they learn of
could tame
any wild creature
d are almost caught by a tragi, set he always canted. Chet made a fresh ==Gee, but this is a rum counts ."
to a tree with the steel chain which "A sort of Grey Owl," Chet said,
(Now need On)
CHAPTER XVI
"A little. How much I cant' say."
"What about French?"
"No, not French?"
"But you do, Keith," Keith grinned.
•"Enough to understand you any-
how."
GLANCES BETRAY � `1 wanted to tell
you," said Chet
Keith was watching that seated row in French, "that I was never so scared
of notables by the wall with eyes in my life and that I. couldn't have
that lost no smallest detail. Stolid done that job, as you did, to save
as Indian are, he felt certain that, my soul."
though Yethel himself might not be- I will wager I was just es scared
tray his identity, others would. He as you'" Keith answered in the same
language. "I never thought I'd get
out, alive. Well, I was lucky and the
best of it is that we have this' old
rascal."
was right for he caught quick, cur-
ious glances turned ul*an a masked
man who sat stolidly in the centre
of the long row.
"Yethel!" he said again and his
voice cracked like a pistol shot.
Still the man en whom his eyes
were fixed did not move. Kith step-
ped forward.
He knew he was taking a terrific
1•islt. All these Indians were armed,
They had knives, hatchets, some, it
might be, pistols. And every mother's
son was half crazy from the effects
of raw alcohol or drugs. The slight-
est spark would start an explosion
which he himself had not a hope of
surviving. He might shoot down four
or five, but the rest would overwhelm
hint, tear him to pieces. Ile- was
wondering whether Harman and Bish-
op had already suffered this fate.
But he was keyed up to a point
when he had no fear. He felt to be
What he acually was, the incarnation
of the Law. These Indians knew that
they had broken the law which for-
bids the Indian to drink spirit or to
hold potlatch. And deep clown in
their minds was respect for the Law
which had fed them in time of fam-
ine, brought them medicine when the
influenza scourge raged among them.
Keith spoke again.
"Yethel, stand up!"
A man stood up. But not the one
whom Keith firmly believed to be the
kadai•. He did not hesitate; he dared
not, far hesitation meant death. Yet
a blunder would be equally bad for
it would mean defeat.
"Sit down!" he said curtly. "It
is Yethel I need,"
He saw the flash of surprise and
dismay in the eyes of the man who
had risen and was blissfully aware
Oat he was right. At the same
mon the re luau in the centre sprang
up and dragged a'sheatlt knife from
Itis belt, Keith's pistol crashed and
the bullet struck the floor at the
shaman's feet. The knife chopped
from his hand, Keith took three steps
forward, jammed the nuzzle of his
revolver into the shaman's stomach.
"Put up your hands," he snapped,
and as the man did so the cuffs snap-
ped on his wrists.
"The rest of you can go," Keith
said curtly. "Butt remember this. The
powder this man has given you will
rot your brains: You will nc longer
be able. to hunt the caribou, to snare
fur or catch fish: Those who sell it
to white men are sent to prison;
those who sell it to you will suffer
a worse fate. I have spoken."
Holding his prisoner with his left
hand, but with his revolver ready in.
his right, Keith walked steadily out
between rows of staring faces, some
sullen and scowling,other. oddly
1 5 y
blank. One of two muttered in their
throats, but not one dared withstand
Se he passed out of the lodge
at the biting air of the winter night.
There Chet joined him and, after
Keith had put on his parka, fell into.
step on the other side of the prisoner.
Together, the three went down to the
oke shore and quickly across its froz-
n surface.
"HE'LL BE READY TO TALK"
What the cold` was Keith maid only
guess: Overhead the Auora's streams
is of cobented Eight' danced and
Clinten as follows:
Buffalo and (�edericb Toe
;Going East, depart 6.43 a.m. 1
e
icing East, depart 0.1)11 p,u
Going West, depart 11:45 a:m,
.Going West, depart 9:60 p.m.
London, Huron/ 1k Bruce'
tGoing North, ar 11.21, Ivo. 11.47 a.m.
tt o(iig' South"ar. 2;59 le rv'e l .O 'p.m e
did that Reith suggested.
Day had not clawsied when ICeiih•"I get tronk. De factor he t'row
turned out. The aurora had died but me out. I run ze trap line, I wash ze
the cold was as intense as ever. They gold I do anysing. Den zis One
made a hasty yet solid breakfast, and, Ear, he make me de cook for de out -
when Chet was about to harness up, fit. So I come here."
Keith checked him, "Do you know this white man who
g "That's a long way from here,"
"I've get a job to do first," he said. calls himself Godfrey Wing?" Keith
"I'm going across the lake to the asked. He spoke very quietly, but in -
lodge," Chet's eyes widened, wardly he was throbbing with ex -
"What for?" aitement,
"The dope, Chet" "De beeg man wiz ze eyes like cold
"But if there was any there they stones. He ee bass ob Lafitte. I hab
will have taken it with them."' seen hint conte in ze 'plane."
"The hooch, yes, but not the dope. • "Do you know where he hangs
"What are you going to do with That, I think, will be hidden, per. out?"
hint?" haps buried under the floor. "He got place up ze Lost River,
"Make him talk,' said Keith firm- "You'll never find it, You can't, but I nevaire been zere. I tisk he
ly. "The that thing ire has to tell dig the whole place up. You 'haven't shoot any one who come zere."
is what has become of Harman and even got a spade." ( "Could you guide me anywhere near
Bishop; the accent] where Marrable "I'm not doing- any digging, Chet, it?" The Little man looked doubtful.
has gone. And I'm going to start and I don't suppose I shall find it. "I no want to go zere any more,
right now before be's got over the But I'm taking care the Indians don't Lafitte, fie raise ze Cain when he
shock of being lugged out of .the get'it. My- notion is to put a match, know One Ear dead."
lodge in front of all his brothers." to the building." "He'll never know how he came to
He got up and stood. over Yethel. ( "I hadn't thought of that," said his end," Keith said. "Wait, and I
"Where are the two red coats who Chet slowly, "but it might be a good
carne here before the freeze tip?" her idea."
demanded. The shaman looked mil "It's the only idea. The place is
with sullen hate -filled eyes and evil and only five will cleanse it."
shrugged.
Chet looked anxious
"I not know," he said, Keith spoke "Hadn't I better cone along. There
again in slow, measured tones. I may be some of those chaps 'hanging
"Yethel, it was you who gave the -about still."
white powder to your people. For that "Not likely and, if there are, I can
the punishment is worse than gaol. It handle them. You stay and look after
is flogging. After you are tried and the prisoner. I won't be long."
sentenced you will be tied to a posh `eTou'll take Koltag." Keith nodded
and flogged on your bare bads The and, calling to the dog, started on his
story will go back to your people.) errand.
Even if you are released you will
never be able to face them again."
Watching the shaman's face he saw
the muscles of his lip twitch slightly.
For imprisonment the shaman cared
little. It was no disgrace in the eyes
of his tribe. Flogging was different.
The prospect scared him badly. Keith
went on.
"But the white chief is merciful.
If I can tell him that you have help-
ed to repair the mischief you have
done he will forgive the flogging.
Now will you talk."
No words came from the shaman's
lips. Even if he was seared he was
not yet ready to talk, .Keith ripped
the blanket from the man's shoulders.
He stooped to unlock the chain, As
he diel so Yethel sprang. I3is arms
closed round Keith's neck and, snarl-
ing like a wolf, the shaman strove
to fix his teeth in. Keith's' throat.
Chet sprang to the rescue but
Keith's right fist came up with a
short jabbing blow and Yethel's head
jerked back. Keith tore loose from
the clutching •arms and drove in 0.
second blow whichsent' the Indian
sprawling in the snow.
"Are you hurt, Keith?" Chet ask-
ed anxiously
"Yethei's the one who is hurt,"
Keith answered. "When he canes
round he'll be ready to talk. And,
Chet, we're going to hear something
or I miss my guess.
CHAPTER XVII
PRISONERS ON THE LOST RIVER
Keith had not missed his guess.
When Yethel recovered from the
stunning effects of the blow he was
shivering with cold and terror. A
blow of the fist terrifies an Indian
worse than a bulletfroma gun. He
talked and, as Chet said, he talked
plenty.
The first thing they learned was
that Marrable; Godfrey Wing he
called himself - was the man who
had given the hooch and "snow" to.
Yethel for distribution among his
tribe. His partner was named Lafitte,.
a man of mixed parentage, but evid-
ently of some education.It was he
who, with the help of 'Yethel's' men,
CLEANSLNG BY FIRE
Despite his boast that there would
bbl
trcu e, Kcitlt approached the
e no
sinister lodge with caution. There was.!
the chance that some of the Indians, I
too drunk to travel, might have spent
the night in the building. Dawn was
breaking pink and clear as he walked
ftp the slope through the trees, but
there was no smolce,_no sign of life
anywhere. Ile was within a few paces
of the lodge when Koltag checked
and growled softly.
Keith stopped short. Simeon was
inside the lodge and it behoved him
to use caution. He loosened ids re-
volver in its holster before moving
quietly forward. The door was closed.
Reaching pie nearest windows, Keith
peered through. Though the parch-
ment was frosted Keith Was able to
see into the interior. Two men were
there. One was kneeling on the floor
digging in the hard -packed clay with,
a hatchet, the other, armed with an
ugly -looking knife, stood over him.
The man on the floor was a wizened.
little fellow who looked scared almost
to death, the other was twice his site
and as ugly a looping brute as Keith
had ever set eyes on. His face was
heavily pitted with smallpox scars
and his right ear had completely
gone, giving his head a lopsided ap-
pearance.
Keith needed no phsychology to
knbw exactly what was up. A search
for the hidden cocaine was going on,
the little man doing the work, the
big one acting as task -master. A
second glance at the big man made
Keith certain that he was a dope
fiend. The glassy glare in his beady
eyes put this•beyond doubt. He was
probably suffering agonies for lack of
the drug, A man in this condition is
lost to all decent feeling. He will
commit murder for just a sniff of
cocaine.
The little man paused a moment. In
spite of the intense cold, drops of
sweat stood on his face. The big
mans' lips twisted with rage. He
raised his knife and cursed the other
savagely. An odd point was that he
spoke in Englieh. The wizened little
fellow began digging again furiously
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will show you. Lend me your axe."
He took the axe, cut some splinters
from the dry logs of the wall, piled
them inside the lodge, and struck a
match. Tuzu's eyes looked as if they
would pop out of his wizened face.
"You no burn ze Medicine Lodge!"
he gasped. He spun round and bolted.
(CONTINUED NEXT WEEK)
MRS. D. GIRVIN, DUNGANNON,
DIED ON SUNDAY
Dungenncn's oldest resident, Mrs.
David Girvin, passed away peacefully
loved character and even in her late
years, as she marked her birthdays,
she received many friends and
acquaintances. When she was twenty-
one year of age Mrs Girvin married
the late Robert Pentland, who passed
away more than fifty years ago and
some years later she married the late
David Girvin, who succumbed some
years ago.
Mrs, Girvin was a beloved member
of the United Church and her passing,
will be mourned by a wide circle of
Christian friends,
Serviving are two sons and one
daughter, J. Cullen Pentland of
Grimsby, Elwyn Pentland of Chicago,
and Mrs. Jean Williams of Dungan -
at her home on Sunday in. her 99th non.
year. She had been in ailing health
and her death was not altogether tut•
expected.
A daughter of the late James
Stewart, a lay minister who preached
in the early days of Nile and Aub-
urn, Mrs. Girvin was born at the
Nile on Feb. 5, 1842, She was a be-
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