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Haif Breed
A Story of the Great Cowboy West
By LUKE ALLAN
(Continued from last week)
• rustlers -Joe and Jim Stanton! -edu-
cated, wealthy, kindly, preferring
Mahon and Blue Pete were pushing death to disgrace, their own deaths to
their mounts to their utm'ost.l a murder that would have meant es -
Straight ahead loomed'fthe, dark line cape. These, the brothers of Mira!
of trees that marked the -"border of A groan broke from him.
the United States, a repetition in Something touched him on the
miniature of the wilderness they had shoulder, and he looked up to see
just left. Beyond lay safety for the Blue Pete standing beside him, fumb-
rustlers. ling his Stetson. The stolen horses
Rapidly they cut drown the lead. were loping towards the Hills -all
One of the riders, facing about, fired
and a puff of dust spat to one side.
Blue Pete's wild laugh told how joy-
fully now he was entering into the
chase.
"Losin' his nerve," shouted the half
breed. But a second shot that struck
perilously close, altered his tone.
"Got to git him, I guess, 'fore he gits
us.""
The next shot shrilled close to Ma-
hon's ears.
"Wing him, Pete, if you can."
Blue Pete darted off towards the
coulee where the rustler had disap-
peared after his last shot, and pres-
ently Mahon heard his rifle.
"Scared him off ?" he inquired an -
but one that was standing quietly at
the end of the half-breed's rope.
"I -I knew. Poor Jim! Poor Joe!
Glad I wasn't in at th' end. Poor
Miss Mira!"
"Poor Mira!" echoed Mahon in a
whisper.
As they were loping back behind
the recaptured horses, Blue Pete spoke
again.
"Yuh know now w'y the ranchers
won't take me on-w'y thar's been no
strays advertised lately . . . not
many of the ranchers is over -squeam-
ish, an' them as is ain't •askin'' fer a
police spy to live with 'em
I'm jest about an outlaw now -an
outlaw." He shook his head sadly.
xiously when the half-breed was with "Boy," he murmured, "reckon I kin
him again. hev the rest o' that letter -new. Yuh
Blue Pete nodded. "Slim Rawlins," lef' off whar she said, `ef anythin'
he explained grimly. And that was
enough for Mahon, for he had heard
of the broncho -busting incidents.
As they gained on the rustlers the
latter, choosing safety, hulked one by
one and made for the border, leaving
two lone riders madly urging the stol-
en horses. Up and down the rolling
prairie the chase continued, Mahon
conscious of a deep respect for the
two brave ones who remained.
But the line of trees ahead was coin-
ing dangerously close. Blue Pete sat
up in his saddle and raised his rifle.
Mahon caught the movement from the
corner of his eye and swerved Mars ragged bits of rebellious dead grass
into him, shouting, "Don't shoot." lashed before the wind, Mira rode
He was too late. At the report slowly over the sodden prairie, her
Mahon looked ahead, almost hoping draggled skirt slinging to the horse's
Blue Pete's unerring eye had failed back, her waist sticking to her body
for once. What he saw was a wild in disfiguring lines. From finger tips,
leap of the white stallion, and then hat 'brim and the end of her soggy
a huddled heap. The rest of the ,bunch boots the rainuran in unheeded rivu-
stampeded. For several seconds the lets. Now and then she whistled'
two lone riders struggled to keep
them in line for the' border, losing val-
uable ground in the attempt, and only
at the last moment of safety for
themselves did'they give up.
Mahon had a sudden vision of those
stolen horses gone and of another fail-
ure.
"I want them -and alive," he jerk-
ed.
"Can"t do it."
"I will."
shud happen yuh 'way out thar with
no-one to look after yuh' .
Sipose yuh'11' be writin' 'her soon. Well
-well, tell her Blue Pete's lookin' af-
ter yuh, Boy."
CHAPTER XIV
M;TRA'S DESPAIR
On a day typical of mid-June in the
semi--'parid belt of Southern Alberta,
when the driving rain 'beat flat every-
thing that would bend save occasional
drearily to the wolf -hounds running instincts and untrained mind. He re -
behind, their lithe bodies arched a- alized that her life was bound in
gainst the storm• chains his best efforts could not break
"Come, Neptune . . June! -he saw her bedraggled dress and
Don't make me scold -now!" tousled hair as the symbols of a spir-
Two drops that were not rain gath- it whose fellowship with the prairie
ered on her. eyelids and mingled with was too intimate for him to share.
the moisture on her cheek, but she Every clinging bit of sodden drapery
wiped them away with a dripping on her blotted out'the beautiful lines
hand and shut her lips firmly. that had been so essentially Mira.
"Back, Juno!" One of the hounds The reaction came. The snobbery
was looking up into her face. "Not and intolerance of his opening eyes
where I can see you, Juno, dear. I was like sacrilege, the tearing down
of an image that had once meant so
much to him.
And then he was looking into the
black round hole of her revolver.
"I've 'got you now," she hissed.
"You murderer! You killed them. I
didn't think I'd get even so soon." A
mad snatch of laughter twisted her
face. "I've prayed for this .
and now " She swallowed, as if
the fury in her was a tangible thing
crowding into her throat. "You
thought -you thought you'd learn me
things -to read and write • .
to make me what you think a girl
should ought to be. Bah! ;You're
a murderer -a damned murderer!"
There was nothing he could say,
but a mist came before his eyes and
he shuddered violently.
"Oh!" she sneered, "you ain't so
brave when the drop's on you. Now
you know what you've did to so many
for years . And you'll know
what Joe and Jim felt like at the end,
you -you-"
The intensity of her fury choked
her.
it all, I'v 'at to ,:lie I'ee• ,got to;
livvand hate ' ;ltow 1 hate"
Her little flis ei,P.1e,"-.� I iineat:4 .er
he..fi�d. The hop-3law: or h x a;,11
nosed at her dans; eheeider; anti het
hand' weet up to its c,'afs,
"I can keep you, 'Paddles. 'Cause
I'll need you-- t,o get even . .
And we will get even, won't we,' Tod-
dles . . . . Damn them!"
As regardless of the storm as the
weeping girl; Blue Pete loped Whis-,
kers up Windy Coulee into the :Hulls.
Hesitatingly, !tremblingly, he terep't
towards the strange sounds, so that
she did not hear him as he stood help-
lessly forlorn beside her, his ragged
Stetson in his hands.
"Don't, don't Miss Mira!" he burst
out. "Please!"
"Go 'way, Pete, do go 'way," she
wailed.
"Can't I-II do somethin'?"
"Just go 'way," she repeated. "Do
leave me alone, Pete."
Obediently he wheeled Whiskers a-
bout. "It's jest awful fer me," he
said.
She heard the clatter of his horse
over the rocky ground and' looked up
after him shyly. Somehow it helped
a lot -these stammered words. of
helpless sympathy. And. then Toddles
rubbing nose revived her grief.
Mahon was out that day as usual,
for rain or storm made no difference
to the Force. He had been to town
and from a long talk with the In-
spector was riding back with new
phases of the problem in his mind'.
He scarcely knew why- he sloped off
to the east and made for the Hills,
instead of returning straight to the
Post. The utter drabness of things
made him depressed; he did not want
to meet his companions. Before Win-
dy Coulee he stopped, then slowly
drifted up into the trees.
He came on here outstretched in the
rain, one arm beneath her head, the
other beating the ground in her grief
-and the pity of it tore him as few
things had affected him before. He
had not seen her since the death of
her brothers -somehow he did not
dare face her after his part in the
tragedy. Helen was. at the ranch and
from her he had heard something of
the wild suffering of the uncontrolled
PPP
fired. " 0 � a
A pug QF $ e -e in t w
heikl h .ft e; ;e4 to.? err�ar•
�` ' lUnoi'.t'':ed shy •
growled the haif.br4�d. s`Hed nyr
4yas ,on here - an' limy 'bullet Wttd .'a
get thee fust," Then he shavereri bfi'olter
�r 7'Y'ou might at least bavo tsrld her that• e
haw- unjust 'sh� wee," protester
hon. "You ne ht have set her right
a bit."
111 a
Blue Pete looked him tip and down
almost menacingly.
"It's a fair fight," he growled,
;CHAPTER XV
BLUE PETE QUITS
Blue Pete, repudiated by the only
life he knew, was thrown more and
more into the daily work of the Po-
lice. Of his altered relationship with,
the ranchers he made no comment ev-'
en to Mahon, but he and his little
pinto retired more and more to them-
selves, subdued, restless, unsatisfied.
Mahon read the suffering in silent
and the Inspector often studied 4 e
half-breed with troubled, eye's. But
when either of them put their sym-
pathy into word's, however subtly,
Blue Pete only smiled and shrugged
his shoulders. Mahon, his daily com-
paniolr, thought to occupy the h'alf-
breed's mind and to widen his re-
sources by teaching him to read and
write. -
"Wlot do I want with writin'?" Blue
Pete growled. " "Ain't got nobody to
write to. . . . Never will. 'T'ween
eddication an' them •purty eyes o'
mine I'd be so stuck up I'd -I'd be
tryin' to -jine the Police next."
That ended • it. Mahon knew there
could be no official place in the Police
for the half-breed, and, besides, he
remembered his other prairie pupil
and was tempted to agree with Blue
Pete that it scarcely paid.
The 3 -(bar -Y ranch was in the hands
of a faithful cowboy who had worked
for the Stantons for years. When Mira
disappeared, Helen, though'she had
lived with her for weeks after the
tragedy, never explained for the
simple reason, in part, that she could
girl. He dismounted beside her,
not. Her cousin had bade her good
tongue-tied. He wanted 'to take her bye with shy affection, refusing to di -
in his arms and comfort her, she v'ulge her plans, only promising that
seemed so alone now, so much in need Helen would hear from her some time.
of the love he was convinced he felt And Helen had undertaken to keep
for her. The male ofim longed to an eye on the ranch, though the new
protect her. manager could be trusted. After she
Mira did not raise her head when had shown • Mahon that she preferred
she heard him, but the violence of her not to discuss 'those last weeks at the
sobs grew less. lonely ranch, he worried in secret, a
"Do leave me alone, Pete," she sob- few abortive attempts to talk about
bed. "Ain't I never to do what I Mira with Blue Pete being met by
feel like any more? Damn it, get sullen silence.
out!" With the tragic deaths of Joe and
She raised her head in sudden fury. Jim Stanton rustling for a time ceas-
"You!" she gasped. "You!" ed. Anyone less familiar with the
The rudeness of her language ways of the prairie than the Police
brought Mahon to his senses. What might have been satisfied, but they
he saw now, though his pity remain- knew that the closing of one avenue
ed, was e wild creature of untamed only meant the opening of others. The
Inspector had been through thirty
years of it and was no optimist. Be-
sides, Dutch Henry and Bilsy were
still at large, and their spots would
never change.
Three weeks passed. One morning
the Inspector opened his mail with
the customary annoyance which fea-
tured that part of his daily duties. He
hated letters -he hated making re-
ports -hated the formal acknowledg-
ments of the Commissioner -hated the
letters which kept proving his unfor-
tunate estimate of mankind. The third
in the pile that day, an evil -looking
square envelope, bore a Montana post
mark, Inspector Barker read it and
it across to Mahon who hap-
pened to be there.
"That sneaking cur, Blue Pete," it
said, "has done for Slim Rawlins. Now
ive shoot on sight. Look out for your-
selves.
"Dutch Henry and the Gang."
Mahon handed it back with a smile.
"You aren't frightened?" comment-
ed the Inspector.
"It's not because I don't believe
him. We're shooting Dutchy on sight
anyway, if he shows resistance- But
why send us another warning?"
It was Blue Pete who explained
later.
"Dutchy's not bad stuff," he said.
"Us felluhs don't shoot on sight 'thout
warnin'-least Dutchy an' his kin'
don't. But don't imagine they're kid -
din'. Yuhiwe got to git the drop fust,
that's all. . •'So Slim's gone. I
didn't stop to investigate. . I
only winged him -like Dutchy did
,
He raised his rifle, took short aim
tnd fired. Blue Pete gasped, and Ma- couldn't stand it."
on, suddenly realizing the risk he At the edge of the Hills she turned
oo.k, closed his eyes. He opened them to the east, pulling up at last beside
when Blue Pete shouted jubilantly: a lake to watch the return storm that
"By the jumpin' Jupiter! Yer some beat up from the water with the force
hot yerself." of the rainfall. A slight uneven mist
One of the mounted horses stagger- hung close to the surface, and her
Id and plunged to its side. The other eyes strained thoughtfully into it.
•erked aside to avoid a collision, sank Glancing guiltily about, she drew a
>n one knee, pulled itself upright and carefully wrapped parcel from be-
tood trembling on three legs. Some- neath one arm where she had been
hing had snapped in the sudden twist. holding it tight against, her body..
is rider dismounted, and for a mom- 'With wet eyes she starred down at
nt, the two rustlers stood looking in- the three 'books it contained, turning
o each other's face eight yards apart. over page after page, reading snatch -
Che one 'whose horse had been killed es here and there -and all the time
>an'k behind it. The other placing protecting them anxiously with her
is revolver to his horse's head, pull- bent head. Suddenly she closed the
Id the trigger, and it dropped almost last one with a bang and, forcing her
without a kick. horse into the water, flung them far
A •hundred yards back Mahon ad- from her into the mist. Then she
anted alone. Blue Pete bad dashed whirled about and' rode madly up the
way to round up the scattering hors- slope, the dogs whimpering behind.
s. A puff came from behind the In the shadows she dismounted, Ad
tearest dead horse, and Mahon threw the dogs crowded about to nuzzle her
timself free as Mars crumpled up. hands, she shuddered and withdrew
Iifle in hand he advanced, not hastily them, staring down on the faithful
tut deliberately. Two stifles covered creatures with a reading pain in her
rim.
"You can't escape," he called. "Two
pore Police are coming over there.
You'll 'save trouble if you surrender
Iuietly."
"You'll save more trouble if you
top where you are," came the reply;
tnd Mahon puzzled in vain for the
ustfl•er with that familiar voice. He
sept on.
"You fool!" shouted the voice. "You
an't take us. We'll fill you full of
ead like Dutch Henry did Denton, if
you come five yards nearer."
For a fleeting moment Mahon won-
ered if what he did was wise, but
here was no cover from which he
:ould prevent the escape of the rust-
ers. Sixty yards lay between him
tnd the nearest rustler peeping over
is dead horse.
"Can you shoot him, Jim? I can't."
Mahon stopped a wave of incredu-
ous horror sweeping over him. Then
trimly he closed his teeth and ad-
ranced.
"Can't do it, Joe," came the reply
n pathetically hopeless tones. "Guess
is all up this..tine. 'Sorry, Joe. It
was my fault . . . But I'm not
oing to be taken . . . . Good
eye, Joe!"
"Jim -Jim! Wait!"
Tire man behind the nearest dead
tors•e dashed across the intervening
ight yards and sank behind the other
tnd two revolver shots rang as one.
Mahon leaped forward.
The sun struggled through a rift
in the cloudy sky and a gleam erept
across the dull prairie. It reached
the upturned faces of the rustlers
and clung there, as Mahon looked
dawn on them with reeling head. They
lay there, left hands clasped, a small
red hole, blackened about the edges,
in the side of each forehead. In
their right hands revolvers still smok-
ed. One of the dying men opened
his eyes and smiled feebly on his
lifelees companion and fell back limp.
Miahoil covered his face with his hands
and 'sank on the dead horse.
.ITere before him lay two of. the
eyes.
"No, no, Juno! Down, Jupiter! I
mustn't, mustn't funk it -for your
sakes."
She disappeared among the trees,
the dogs remaining at her order.
"Neptune, come!"'
At the sharp command one of them
dashed forward. The report of a re-
volver struck heavily through the
storm, answered by a short yelp -and
then only the dripping of the leaves
and the swishing in the treetops.
"Jupiter, come!"
;Another dog obeyed . . . An-
other shot and the- answering yelp.
"Minerva!"
The two dogs left looked at each
other uncertainly. An unfamiliar
tone had hardened the voice they lov-
ed.
"Minerva, come!"
This time there was no hesitation.
One lone dog heard the shot and the
cry of bewildered agony, and a stifled
whine broke from her.
"Juno!"
Juno strained back and forward at
the harsh command, sniffing into the
trees, whimpering, the storm roaring
louder in the treetops and sending
showers of water over her.
"Juno, here!"
But Juno hadeworked out her own
problem. Slinr(rng 'backward like a
wolf, she faded into the shadows.
Mira appeared, 'a strange glare in
her eyes, one lip bleeding. She did
not call again but leaped into the
saddle and lashed her horse reckless-
ly through the thinning trees as if
fleeing a pursuing wraith. =At the
very edge of the prairie she pulled
up, the ghastly stare gone, her hands
trembling on the reins. A tear
squeezed through her closled eyes,
and with a half articulated cry she
threw herself on the wet ground.
"My dogs, my dogs!" she moaned.
"And Juno knew. But there ain't no-
bedy cares for any of us now. I've
got to leave it all -and I couldn't
give you to strangers. There'.% no-
body to put a bullet in Me and end
r
A.s
"I don't know what I can say, Miss
Stanton," he murmured miseralbl,'y.
The pointed revolver had scarcely en-
tered into the situation for him. You
know the truth."
"Why didn't they shoot you,?" she
went on. "Just' one little bullet and
they'd have been alive to -day -they'd
have been free. They -shot them-
selves . to let you off.
But I won't be so easy. I'm killing
things to -day -everything I love." A
wave of colour flooded her thin dark
skin and Mahon knew that for a frac-
tion of a second his iifo hung balanc-
leg. "And things 1 hate," she added.
"I'm ready to die for it. . . . Life
ain't worth living after what you've
done to me."
He continued to stand before her,
the rein over his arm. A trickle of
water fell from the brim of his Stet-
son and he leaned away that it might
fall free.
"Get out your gun," she ordered.
"This won't be murder like you did.
I'll show you ho'w a woman can shoot.
Ten yards'Il do. I'll give you a
chance."
He made no. movement. The pity
of her fury drowned every other emo-
tion.
"You're a coward, too, are you?"
she taunted. "You'd like me to shoot
myself like-Iike they did." A tear
showed in her eyes but she dashed it
away and peered into his face. "You
-you ain't really afraid -sit you?"
"I am," he replied quietly, "but not
of your revolver, Miss Stanton."
"Don't call me Miss Stanton," she
cried, stamping her foot. "Pm not
your city 'girl. Pm only a cowgirl, a
know-nothing cowgirl who can't read
or write --'and don't want to. I tell
you ('don't want to! . What
are you afraid of, if it ain't my gun?"
He made no reply, merely looked.
And presently the pistol wavered and
dropped, and with a broken sigh she
climbed to the saddle and galloped a-
way. •
Blue Pete came out from the trees,
shoving his revolver into Ids belt.
Sergeant Denton . That
one." He lifted down his rifle from
the wall and cut a mark in it.
The first rustling was reported
thereafter from Irvine, a small vil-
lage on the railway fifteen miles to
the East. From a northern ranch' a
roan mare had disappeared. The in-
clination was to believe that the rust-
ling had broken out again, but the
Inspector shook his head. Dutch
Hlenry and his gang did not deal in
single horses, and north of the rail-
way. He sent for Blue Pete.
At the moment the half-breed was
entertaining a group of wide-ey'eld
tourists in the ;barracks shed. His re-
pertoire was extensive. With rope
and revolver he was a master hand ;
r.othing he enjoyed more than the ex-
r'aeiations of surprise and alarm, the
Ilursts of awestruck applause of visi-
tors who had seen nothing more skil-
`'ul with firearms than rabbit shoot-
ing and to whom a rope was simply
a hit of hemp: One of his favourite
"stints" was to place the barrel of
his huge revolver in his mouth and
ral,idly turn the cylinder around with
the trigger. A hair's 'breadth great-
er pressure and -a mutilated corpse.
Tourists never failed to gasp - the
strongest ef them; the women usually
screamed.
"Ready for a long ride, Pete?" ask-
ed the Inspector.
The half-breed, scenting excite-
ment, grinned.
"May be a week -and then noth-
ing."
"Make it a month, Inspector, -an'
then somethin' an' I'm the happiest
white Indian in Canady."
Inspector Barker unfolded his sus-
picions. In Irvine lived a hotel -keep-
er upon whom the Police had been
keeping an eye for a couple of years.
He owned a ranch south of the rail-
way and his cowboys were notorious
"bad actors." The Police had already
run against him for selling liquor in
illegal hours, and they felt satisfied
that to his many other vices he 'add-
ed a bit of rustling. Several times
is ,..., is.fiLJr'1'irtS'
mil 4,Q h''azsl
settiere-en'ts , f*
ring eat'w;;e
I:H
0
he Came Within slg t Kofi,.
shifted his course to life np
owner of the lost roan Qid we
the herd .was when.la4 the Agr,§e iwna
seen; and the rest of the: dny'he Al*iit
them ranging about ,$aMe *In atr
er the ugly pinto was aeeni
boy loping southward aeress the• ie L:
way several miles further east. .:A,nd.
then no word of him for two weeks.
One wild, windy day, when even
the small stones on the streets of
Medicine Hat swirled in the eddies,
and the wires shrilled and whined,
Blue Pete rode into.. the barracks yard.
Before him, one arm tied so that fast
riding would he extreme agony, rode
a sorry looking fellow, whatremain-
ed of a once impudent cowboy, head
hanging, body sagging, humiliation
and dejection in every line. And trail.
ing behind Whiskers' furap, arched
against the wind, came the roan mare.
Ten minutes earlier, just outside the
town, Blue Pete had released the rope
from the neck of his captive's mount;
he was taking no chances. At sight
of the group Inspector Barker rub-
bed his hands. w
"The roan mare, I bet my hat," he
chortled.
"Yer takin' awful chances," was
Blue Pete's sarcastic comment.
Two weeks of almost sleepless rid-
ing, the last half of it with a rebel-
lious prisoner on his hands, had left
him raw; and the howling wind had
not improved his temper.
"Who is he?" The Inspector
pointed at the glum prisoner.
"Dunne. Was punchin' fer Peter-
son w'en he stole the mare."
"Where'd you get him?"
"Down in Montany." The half-
breed climbed wearily from the sad-
dle. "I'm goin" to sleep," he jerked
and made for the stable.
The Inspector whistled -and mut-
tered something that sounded like an
oath.
"Good lord, man, you didn't bring
him across the border?"
"D'yuh think they moved the border
fer me to git him over?" jeered the
half-breed.
The Inspector considered. "Pete,"
he pleaded, "are you quite sure? Was
•t not just this side -just a little bit
this side of the border you got him?"
Blue Pete turned a withering eye.
"Think I don' know Montany by this
time? Think it ud take me two
weeks ef he was this side? 'Bout
thirty-five miles into Montany, that's
wot."
The Inspector groaned and came
nearer. "Pete," he whispered, "how
long do you think it would take to
put 'em back where you got 'em?"
The half-breed angrily raised his
head from the cinch.
"Because," explained the Inspector,
`I can't keep 'em if you got them ov-
er there."
Blue Pete sighed. He glared at
the grinning cowboy and made a step
towards him -and the grin fled. The
half-breed slipped the knots of the
rope with a couple of vicious jerks.
"Now skin!" he snarled. "An'
mighty quick ur they'll take yuh back
n a waggon."
He turned to the Inspector. "Thar's
the horse anyway. It didn't get over
the line. Things was too hot 'bout
then fer him to take it along. Yuh
tol' me to git him -so I went on."
He spat in disgust. "Ef I was as
nice 'bout little things like that as
you I'd -I'd go preachin', not Policin'
Oh well," he continued more
cheerfully, looking after the rapidly
disappearing cowboy, "he'll mean
wore ap
ttf taste
isbeipotuGtlaQ keaep
:free r
aad ,brea!t
sweet• -filo sugar''
plies the \body fne
dia!t burns ulp cess ;'
fat and seeps' yiutjt
keen and alert;
W�rigJey's is .good...
and good for you.
9;
well as the cattle Ate.
if you can get then in. Canada.
by the way, keep your eye open: for
Mira Stanton. I'm a bit worried a-
bout her. -
Three days later T31ue Pete stalked'
grimly into the Inspector's office. '
(Continued next week.)
LONDON AND WINGHAM
South.
Wingham
Belgrave
Blyth
Londesboro
Clinton
Brucefield
Kippen
Hensall
Exeter
Exeter
Hensall
Kippen
Brucefield
Clinton
North.
Londesboro
Blyth
Belgreve
Wingham
Goderich
Holmesville
Clinton
Seaforth
St. Columban
Dublin
Dublin
St. Columban
Seaforth
Clinton
Holmesville
Goderich
C. N. R.
East.
West.
a.m.
6.45
7.01
7.12
7.19
7.38
7.56
8.043
8:09
8.23
10.59
11.13
11.18
11.27
11.58
12.18
12.28
12.40
12.55
a.m.
6.35
6.50
6.58
7.12
7.18
7.23
11.24
11.29
11.40
11.55
12.05
12.20
C. P. it. TIME TABLE
East.
Goderich
Menset
McGaw
Auburn
Blyth
Walton
some more work fer me some day- McNaught
is bin a purty fair two weeks o' fun. Toronto
Some o' Dutchy's gang got onto me
bein' over thar."
The Inspector,.. his sense of hum-
ur roused, almost to the loss of pro-
fessional dignity, cleared his throat.
"We've lots of work for you, Pete,
right away. Dutchy and his gang
have 'broken out again -down to the
south-east . And I've told
the others as I tell you now this
time we must have the rustlers as
West.
2.m.
.60
3.10
3.22
3..30
3.63
4.13
4.21
4.28
4.43
5.42
5.6T
6.01
6.08
6.27
6.45
6.52
7.02
7.20'
2.30
2.46
2.55
3.11
3.17
9.42'
9.55
10.09
10.18
10.36
a.m.
6.50•
6.55
6.04
6.11
6.28
6.40
6.58
10.25
a.m.
Toronto 7.40
McNaught 11.48
Walton 12.01
Blyth 12.12
Auburn ..... 12.26
McGaw 12.4
Meneset 12.41
Goderich 12.40
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Fleecy clouds caress the summit of Mead Edith Cavell in jasper Natld'H
Park and the majestic peak looks down on the motor road at its base tvhet'e pitlfiy'
humans shade their eyes in wonderment while they gaze upward. The appstiS$
to Cavell is a delight to trail riders. •tit
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