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HISTQRICAL RgVIi VV OF TIO TOWN OI 1''Y ING1IMI •
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Thursday, . May 16th, 1935
Speed 11 ;alone, hardened gambler,
and. Ed. Maitland, suit of a seafaring
New England family, Were 'partners
ixi the Yukon gold rush Of '97, They
nxret on the trip north in a crowd that
included Frenclny, the fisherr>an,
Lucky Rose, the beautiful girl Who
took a fancy to Maitland; Fallon,
leader of the miner's, who resented
Rose's interest hi Maitland; Brent,.
old -tinge prospector; Garnet, Who gave.
Maitland and Speed his outfit when
he quit the trail, and Pete and his
•drunken partner Owens; who was
iilrowned after a brawl. Pete turned
out to be a girl in disguise. Pete kill-
ed a man at Skagway�--a cheat man
.ager of a shell game—and months lat-
er was arrested and put in jail for
his murder. He got out, but while he
waited for Lefty, wlio offered to help.
him; to get back the nail he had been
Carrying for the Mounties at Bennett
—where Drew and Cathcart were sta
tioned--he was recaptured by his en
:erny, Fallon. But Maitland and Pete
rescued, him as Fallon was about to
lynch him. They made for their camp
at Bennett—Pete and Maitland with
the horses, by one route, Speed by
another with the dogs, led by Rusty,
who had come to them in a blizzard.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY.
"What did you hear, Burl;?" Speed
spoke low to :prevent his voice from
carrying to ,Pete, indoors. It was be-
fore dawn of the second morning.
Maitland told him.
"Do you reckon we're both hearin'
things?" Speed muttered. "It listened
to me more like a louder sound way
off. An echo of gunfire. Or else froze
trees snapping in the thaw."
Motionless, they listened again.
The silence of the shadowed chasm
mocked them.
Speed stirred : abruptly. "You stay
here, Bud, and watch with Pete. I
may be gone a while, brit keep that
cliff, covered with the rifle. 111 call
you when I come back round it,"
Speed's reconnaisance took hint ov-
er a wider range than he had expect-
ed. When he paused, halfway down a
l9fty 's1Q,$e, it was to survey a long
d unobstructed view of white head-
lands, shining in the dawn. In the
center of one of the ravines, about
two miles away, a pair of dark moving
specks came into view. They were
men; one of there carried what might
be a.. rifle.
• Very slowly, so as not to betray
hiinself by a quickmovement, he sank
in: the snow. The advantage of view
was in his favor, since he looked down
on them from above.
They were too far to be recognized
as anything but men, hut the image
of Fallon had somehow leaped into
his mind's eyes at the first dim
glimpse of them.
He lay along the base of a boulder,
raising his head just high enough to
bring the figures into view. He fired
the gun once, at random in their dir-
ection, and immediately covered it to
prevent even a wisp of smoke from
sb owing.
They kept moving for an interval
before the sound reached their ears.
But instead of looking up in Iris gen-
eral direction, they turned to stare the,
other wtty..:..
Yet, inspite ,of the advantage: this
gave him for ob;'servation, some vague
and natixeless instinct made him back
out of sight between the boulder and
snow trough. This wary sense did not
leave him;, but ;after lying hidden
some thirty seconds,. he looked over
the din again. Strange to -say, the
two figures had vanished.
Slowly he rose into clear view by
the boulder, to tempt them to declare
themselves with a bullet,
The shot that did come was an ut-
ter and confounding sunrise, The
roar of it burst in his ears from' dire
ectly behind hire! He dropped back
instantly into his shelter. The bullet
had flattened against the :inner side
of the boulder right next to bis arm,
in the same flash of time as the gun's
roar. This marksman was not more
than a hundred yards away!
Nothing showed behind him, either.
He waited for a gun muzzle to show;
for .some': tremor, however slight, in
the snow above. Why didn't the fel-
low shoot? His ear, close to the
ground, detected the crunch of run-
ning feet, receding from him.
He jumped up and ran to the near-
by point from which the shot had
seemed to come. There he found a
hollow in the snow where the sniper
. had lain' concealed, and the marks of
his feet leading up froth below to this
depression, and running away from
it.' The fugitive was headed for the
cabin and had left a moccasin track!
There was a spreading dark pink
stain in the snow where he had hid-
den, and a blood trail all along this
course!
A wild scramble along canyon
brinks and ledges brought him to the
head of the jackpine gulch,and the
absence of a blood trace in it assured
him that he had arrived in time.
Maitland stood waiting with , the
carbine and with Pete close by. He
motioned them to back in close to
the cliff, in silence. They had caught
the alarm of the shots, but had no
notion of what was about to happen.
After a still wait, a voice spoke ab-
ruptly from around the cliff and close
at hand — a husky, broken voice.
"Don't shoot," it said weakly. "It's
your game. I'm out of shells."
Along the cliff wall and into view,
covered by Speed's guns, a fur -clad
and moccasined figure groped its way,
twisted with agony. Maitland recog-
nized at a glance the man. who had
held them rep at their winter camp.
He held a revolver in his right
hand. The other hand cluthed at his
side, and dripped blood. When he
raised his head and looked at them,
his eyes changed strangely from the
look of a fighting animal brought to
bay, to an expression of wild aston-
ishment.
"Pete!" he murmured, almost under
his breath. "How did they find this?
"They found your lead dog on the
lakes," said Pete. "It brought . us
here."
The deepening wonder in his face
was a thing to see. "The dog!" he
muttered huskily. There was a chok-
ing in his thoat• like a chuckle — it
' became a desperate, blood -chilling,
mortally exhausted' laugh. "We've
won now, kid!" he chortled in a hard
elation. ."Beat the game with a
danin — Siwash!"
When they would have caught him,.
he waNed them off again. "Get this-
Pete, he mumbled thickly. "Some-
thin' else=I've .got totell ye, kid.
And I will. Blit—give me time—hut
first—get this. The gold is—" He lost
his voice and found it by sheer force
of will-" saw it—just now. Two men
the --gulch. In bright snow—"
His voice ebbed from him. His ,dis-
colored and racked face turned gray
with a deathly Pallor. of weakness and
stupefaction at the failure of his ton-
gue and his brain to answer his twill.
"The gold—" •
'vVith an agoniaed, astonished curse
at his defeat, he slumped, held rigid
an instant against the wall, and then
with a low, lurching slide, sank down.
Speed., who had taken a step to
break his fall, caught him, and leaned
over the still body.
"He told the truthabout his last
shell," Speedmused aloud. "He was
tryin' to reach the cabin and his shells
for 'a last' stand. But he saw our
He held a revolver in his right
hand, the other clutched his side.
marks in the gulch. Who did he think
I was at first? And where did he get
that wound?"
"The two men in the gulch he
spoke of—" Said Maitland.
"It's what I was wonderin'. I saw
them, too. About four miles off from
here. He must have dodged 'em. But
they'll pick up his blood trail. Ip half
an hour from now, they'll—"
Here Speed unaccountably broke
off short, spun about with a gun
drawn, and in a flash had leaped round
the Darrow cliff ledge out of Mait-
land's sight.
"Hand up!" he shouted, "or I blast
you into the canyon. Throw that gun
'down!"
A man with his arms raised came
around the cliff ledge by which Dal-
ton had approached so short a time
before. Maitland was too confounded
to utter a sound. He wore the .uni-
AFTER FORMOSA 'QUAKE
This typical scene of `rain and des. hours after northwestern Formosa. 1
ti o n was found
inthe village re of had been shaken by�t i ' earthquake,
t uC u ret r la,, b. t
Tubunsho,, SItinehiho province, a few which snuffed out tnxore,' than 3,000
psi 6=xn,c,ai�
Ida 44d,
rid, injured rn01.e
han 10,000.
NOT A RHEUMATIC
PAIN FOR 4 YEARS
70 -Year -Old Mao Praises Kruschen.
A man who once suffered severely
from rheumatism writes:—
"For a long time I suffered with
rheumatism, and at one time was laid
up for about nine weeks. About five
years ago 1 was advised to try
Kruschen. l did so, and have contin=
uecl using them ever since. Kruschen
did the trick, as I have not had a
rheumatic pain for over four years. 1
am nearly 70 years of age, and feeling
fine, and always able for my day's
work --thanks to K.ruschen."-A. S.
•Kruschen dissolves away those
needle -pointed crystals of uric acid
which are the cause of all rheumatic
troubles. It will also flush these dis-
solved crystals clean out, of the sys-
tem. Then if, you keep up "the little
daily dose," excess uric acidwill nev-
er•fornn. again.
Ex -GOVERNOR'S KIN VANISHES
Alice Colguitt, 17, high school grad-
uate, and granddaughter of a former
Texas governor, who left her. Wash-
ington, DC., home eight days ago and
has disappeared after writing her mo-
ther from Alexandria, Va., five days
later, that she "wanted to be left en-
tirely alone."
form of the Mounted Police.
There are no braver men than the
Canadian Northwest Mounted, but
they are neither immortal nor imperv-
ious to the menace of two .45 six-
shooters -at blank range.
Speed emptied the mounty's holster
and kicked the gun behind him into
the snow.
"This only makes it worse for you,"
said the officer. "I demand that you
and your partner surrender to arrest."
Here was just the vicious turn of
fate that Speed had feared, with an
extra twist to make it worse. After
evading the suspicion of Cathcart,
who had mistaken Dalton for a Si -
wish, were they now, by a climate of
irony, to be charged with the murder
of 'Dalton himself?"
"This looks compromisin', I'll con-
cede," he said. "But you boys is ,on
the wrong track. While you're stalk -
in' us, the real game is likely beatin'
to cover.. There's two more men in
these mountains, and they're worth
trailin'."
"Where did you see them?" the of-
ficer asked, without belief. •
Speed pointed his gun. "Four miles
that way."
"You saw me and an officer who
trailed wth me, perhaps, though, we
didn't come from that direction.
You've got our distance and bearings
twisted. If you have a hope of setting
kis; on a false trail, you can drop it.
1'The game's up for both of you.
Should you refuse to return our guns
and have heard the warrant, you'll be
hunted down to a finish."
Speed picked up the, police revolv-
ers, emptied them and threw them in-
to the chasm. "It's a difference of
opinion that makes gariiblin'," he said.
"Get me two lengths of rawhide,
Bud."
The request brought Maitland ottt
of a trance. "Don't do it,S peed," he
said quickly. "Let the Law straighten
this out. Investigations will. • clear us
cif what they suspect."
"You've got delusions about the.
Law, Bud. I can't argue with your.
I airier got no.words but a low-down
gambler's lingo, and it don't just 'fit
with what I'm tryin' to show. But.
I've got a ininch, and I'm Askin' you;
now, if ever' you ,trusted a pardner's
word, to take mine when I say your
ain't fixed to deal with ;the Law. Lat-
er maybe --not now."
Maitland was moved by the appeal,
but not by its logic. His eyes were.
wet when he spoke. "We've reached
that junction,` Speed,' you, once talk-
ed of; God knows I'll never have a
truer partner. You know that if this
charge were made against your alone,.
and there was no other way out than
the one your say, .I'd travel any road to
help you. lint to escape by using
force against the police isn't just a
crime that would outlaw us for life,
it's a needless crime, 'We'd be giving
them the teal case against us that thy
PEER'S LOVE NOTES AROUSE DERISION
Passionate letters from lord Rev-
elstoke (1), youthful scion of the
great banking house of Baring Broth-
ers, London, to Angela Joyce (2),
beauty contest winner .and film act-
ress, once prosaically christened Ivy
Dawkins, were read to a crowded
court in London recently as the act-•
ress sued the peer for breach of pro-
mise. Lord Revelstoke claims he was
a minor when he wrote the letters to
the' "stip.remest, superbest, sublirnest
girl in the world."
haven't got. That isn't all. We could
not take Pete over that route, and I
can't leave her to face this alone."
Pete .would ' have spoken, but
Speed's brooding look at her chceked
the words. "How do you figure it?"
"I don't know," said Pete, unhap-
pily. "I feel that Bud's right though
when he says you'd give the .Law a
case."
"You're an ornery young- pair of
cubs," Speed muttered . . . "Reckon
you can't help it, contin' from where
you do. Now it's the same junction,
turned backwards, and I can ,be just
as damned ornery."
He pressed back the gun Hammers,
tensely watched by the police officer
who had followed his argument with
a fateful interest. Speed's eyes; how-
ever, strayed to a long pendent spruce
cone on a tree near the ledge. With-
out aiming, he fired..- The cone fell,.
clipped from the branch, and before
it reached the snow, four quick bul-
lets had broken it to fragments. The
remaining shells blazed at these pieces
as they spun down the slope.
The outlaw waited, listening, till the
last echo died out of the canyon.
Slowly then, he looked at the guns,
rubbed a spot from one of the clean
blue barrels. They were still smok-
ing when he handed them to the pol-
ice officer.
"Well, go ahead and read your
warrent about our supposed shootin'
of this man," said Speed, i.ndicatinV
Dalton's. body.
"We have a warrant for your ar-
rest," said the mounty, "but not for
killing that man. Since you're sur-
rendered, I want you to understand
that we don't railroad men, or even
arrest them, on merely presumptive
charges. We had a brush with this
fugitive_" nodding toward Dalton,
"down the creek. It's more than pos-
•sible he was wounded by one of our
guns. The inquest will show. My
warrant is to arrest you and your
partner for the murder of a Siwash
on Lake Lebarge, on or about the
twentieth of last November. The na-
tive's body was disposed of through.
a hole in the ice, and has been recov-
ered since the thaw."
Speed's eyes sought those of his
partner and Pete, who looked dumb-
founded.
"Your own warrant?" he demanded.
"Mine would be sufficient. This one
happens to be signed by Cathcart of
the Mounted Police."
'Well, I'm a son of a—!" Speed
Mumbled to the hollow chasm with
a note of. doom.
At the same moment, a clatter in
the jackpine gulch swung their atten-,.
tion to that quarter. In these echoing
surprises they had completely forgot-
ten Rusty. Now a slinking wolfish
head nosed round the cliff and cow-
eed back at sightof the fallen body.
From behindthe cliff, the. strident,
excited, harshly familiar voice of
Corporal Cathcart twanged like an un
tuned banjo: "Get this malamute,
Burke. It's the "wolf" that gave us
the blood trail. "The Siwash's lead.
dog!!"
It did not take the Mounties long
to get things in shape for the trip
down to headquarters. Pete was dele-
gated to serve breakfast while the of-
ficers disposed of Dalton's body in a
crude grave near the mountain hide-
out. At last they, started, Speed,
closely guarded, gave them no cause
for concern. He was meeting the law
unafraid. (Continued Next Week)
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