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“The Silver Hawk
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SYNOPSIS
James Dorn, aerial map. maker, as*
signed to a territory ip the north
ern Canadian Rockies lives alone
in bis camp w Titan . Island,
Kansas Eby, his friend for the
“ past si* 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
t train pulled in lie seen a girl
. come out and glance hurriedly
, around and then disappear into
. the darkness.
hurriedly but
’■ trace
Dorn
, Pere
rived . . , _ .
The girl, Aurore iMcNain, asks
' Dorn to go to a lonely, lake in
search of her father and she wish
es to accompany him.
chapter v
of her,
about it
Hergelpt,
with the girl
Kansas followed
failed to find any
He told his friend
and the same night
, a trusty metis ai>
He finally managed: “M’sieu Jeem
you were planning to take me away
tO-morrow at the point of day. But
that was but a visit, which I can
forego when something, more press
ing ... If you . . . This trouble
of. .Mam’selle Aurore’s . . , A few
hours’ flight in your swift machine
of the air . . . ”
» Dorn scarcely heard the hesitant
words. He was looking at her, and
she at him; and in their community
of youth, swift and. energetic, old
Bergelot could have no role. Dorn
felt that Aurore could tell her own
Story precisely and to the point.
said,
more
Miss
You
I be-
. “It’s good of you, Dad,” he
“if Miss McNain’s trouble is
urgent, Won’t you sit down,
McNain. I’ll sit on the .cot.
wanted to ask me something,
lieve.”
. As he listened to Aurore, watch
ing her pretty lips move, meeting
her brown eyes once, Dorn marvel
led at the briefness of her account.
It was as swift- as a fulted, arrow.
“My father is up in the headwa
ters of the Carrot, Mr. Dorn, a hun
dred miles south of the Lost River
Dutchman’s post. He’s been in that
region three summers, tracing a
chromite float that is rich in 'plat
inum. In his .last message out he
mentioned that’ four'bush-sneak -me
tis were shadowing him and he was
keeping close to camp.
“I don’t know what’s happened.
His cabin is on- a little island. They
probably wouldn’t attack him' there.
But if they’e waylaying the passes
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he can’t come out afoot, Dver the
trail IPs more than two weeks* trip
to. the lake, but i thought, in a
plane ...” She did not put her,
request into words, but it was more
evident than .if she had,
Dorn did not answer immediately.
Aurore’s story sounded a little odd
in his ears. It did not quite ex
plain why she should get off the
Transcontinental so secretly or why
she hud guarded against anyone see
ing her. And her father’s predica
ment, somewhat dangerous, true
enough, did not seem to justify her
trembling fright,
“You’re not mistaken about the
region,?’* he asked, unwilling openly
to doubt a girl, yet suspecting that
she was not telling him all. “The
reason I’m. asking—I never heard
of any rich mineral in the head
waters of the Carrot, and I used to
prospect a bit and hear most of the
rumors. That’s why that territory
is so wild and untravelled.”
“But I’m,certain where he is, Mr.
Dorn,” • -
Aurore plainly did not see that he’
was probing, so Dorn asked another
question; “How
ever manage to
to you?”.
“By Indian
telegraph,”
Possible, Dorn thought. Some of
those mountain Carriers could cover
astounding distances in a short
time. •
“How many are in your father’s
party?” he further inquired.
“No one. He’s alone.”
It seemed eery, very strange, that
the father of a girl so manifestly
rich .as Aurore should go prospect
ing at all, and even stranger that
he should not take a well-equipped
’ Maybe her father was a prospec
tor and maybe he wasn’t. Maybe
he was hunting for platinum, and
maylbe . . . The thought flashed
across Dorn’s -mind that that up-
country wilderness was a superla
tive place) for a man to hide in.
He harboured that possibility for
a moment, then birushed it aside,
knowing it was wrong. Pere Berge
lot would not enter, much less would
he draw a friend into any affair
that would not bear the light of
day. Whatever Aurore might be
holding back, the big fact remained
that here was a girl, fear-stricken,
begging a. man’s help in some great
emergency. So- Dorn
questions, but came
decision.
“You want me 'to
and bring him out.
And when he saw
“Thanik. you!” on her
wordless gratitude of
eyes, he tersely added:
our instructions to aid the Mount
ed Police and Provincial Police in
any way we can. Since this is a
matter they’d ordinarily attend to,
I’m, doing you no favour at all
please,”
Old Bergelot
and muttered
sounded
he wa.s
sword!”
"Can
put
your
■Pass
did your father
get a message out
runner. Moccasin
asked no more
quickly to his
find your dad
I’ll try to.”
the fervent
lips and the
her ibrown
‘‘It’s part of
like:
sharp
understand why
at his 'innocent
she drew a little
till her hair
gasped
why
him
a hot fire against
no
his
her
re-crossed his legs
something which
“Remember! I said
and sure—like a
you tell me where he’s
camped?” Dorn asked, a little em
barrassed by the mutter. “I’ve
"The value of your telephone is just what you make it.”
YOUR telephone is as
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it, for it is always ready
and always dependable.
It offers you speech with
more and more people. It
is always increasing in
efficiency and simplicity.
Dull Aches Around Heart
Mm. It. Wilson, 54 Park St., Brookville, Ont.,
write!-”! wm suffering from severe, dull aches
around my heart, and also had very ted dieay and
fainting spells.
My case became serious, so much so, I could not
Stay alone. > * >« . w «
My mother got m« * bo* of Milbum’s Heart and
Nerve Pills, and after taking two boxes I have not
been bothered since.
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on receipt of price by The T. Milburn Co., Ltd.,
Toronto, Ont.
Chartered the Carrot headwaters—
it was my first assignment—and Bve
got the check maps. Maybe yqur
dad gave you some details.”
Aurore .caugiit at his suggestion,
“Yes, he did, I can point out the
exact spot,”
Dorn was skeptical. In that far-
flung wildnerness stretching north
ward it wag hard enough to locate
a mountain range, let alone a cabin
site. And for a girl to do it, on
stray hints her father had dropped
. , , the most he hoped for was a
general idea of where to look. But
he got up and sorted out several
charts and spread them on the
table in a “mosaic.” Aurore bent
over them beside him,- sp close that
he again caught the perfume of her
hair and a stray wisp of it brushed
his cheek-
“Nothing is named yet,” Dorn ex
plained, forcing his attention to the
charts. “Just the water systems
and glaciers and mountains
down. But here—to give you
bearings—down here is Titan
and the railroad.”
Aurore’s finger began moving
carefully up* across the map.* With
astonishing accuracy she followed
an old Carrier trail which Luke Ille-
Wali'Wacet had told Dorn about;
followed its tortuous route up across
, the ranges, through river canyons,
over watersheds and snowy passes,
on into the north two hundred
miles till her fingers stopped at a
lake—a mere splash of blue hem
med in by the burr of a formidable
horseshoe range. . ’
“There!” ' '♦
Dorn was amazed. Aurore’s very
assurance beat down any suspicion-
that she might be guessing..
“Gracious!” he exclaimed, m sur
prise,, in admiration, but still vivid*
ly aware, though she was not, of
that wisp of hair against his cheek.
“If you’d been over that trail afoot,
if you’d,'lived there at that lake
you couldn’t have done a better,
quicker job of locating it, Miss Mc
Nain!”
* He could not
Aurore
words and
away from
longer was
cheek.
After a moment she placed
slender finger again on the m$p',
and asked, “Can you find your way
to the lake, Mr. Dorn?”
Studying , a few seconds, Dorn
■ called back to mind that neighbor
ing horseshoe range. It had been
his earliest job, when he came fresh
to the work and when each moun
tain, river, and glacier’stood out in
dividually. Gradually he revision
ed the lake itself—a deep blue gem
of water six miles long and two
wide, with seven little wildwood is
land in the centre and bines all
around - its shore like the lashes
around a girl’s eye.
He had winged oht
ter in the. splendour
morning; and fearful
tiful discovery might
ter some cabinet minister or poIi®
tician, he had arbitrarily entered it
in his log as “Lake of the Dawn”.
The region for leagues all around it
was the wildest of liis whole carto-
graphing territory. The few pros
pectors who had penetrated it had
come out awed and dismayed by its
huge, elemental loneliness, and on
the verge of “shaking hands with
the willows.”
“I can find the lake all right,”
he remarked, as he and Aurore
straightening up, facing each other.
“But how about the-cabin—can you
tell me where to look for it?”
“It would 'be hard to tell you.
But I can point it out easily enough
when we’re over the lake.”
“We!” And because the idea was
so startling and so utterly unexpect
ed, he repeated: “We! Are you go
ing along?”
“I’d like to,” Aurore said quietly,
but with that trembling anxiety la
tent in her voice, .“Is it so very
foolish to want to have a part in
rescuing------”
“>Nor but . , . but ...” Dorn
was trying to adjust biihself to this
new turn and see what he could
make of it. Aurore wanted to go
with him. That was part of her
plan, perhaps a vital part. To make
sure of his conclusion, he put up an
objection that would draw her out:
“But’ there’s no good reason for
your goirig. I can find any cabin
on those little islands. And it’d be
exposing you to danger. Besides, my
plane’s only a two-seater.”
“We can *be there by daybreak
When the valley will still be filled
with shadow up to timberline level,
Mr, Dorn. I mean, those ’breeds will
be asleep, add we can alight end
then come Awny quickly* and there’ll
be no danger. And couldn't two
people on the return trip ride in
one seat SOittOhow?”
Dorn did not oppose her fur th er
he hed fotind out what he wished
over that wa-
o£ a glorious
that liis beau-
be named af-
to know. As she asked to make
the flight* Anroro could keop her
voice low and quiet? but in her eyes
he saw a paniq-strickeu fear at his;
mere suggestion that she remain toe-:
bind at Titan Pass, He was think
ing swiftly: “She’s hiding some
thing; what she didn’t tell me is.
more important than wnat she did
say. ‘This father story sounds con
siderably odd.” He thought:, ‘Some
body’—not her father, I’m guessing
.—somebody’s up there at that lake,
She wants to go to him.” The
thought somewhat antagonized Dorn
not at Aurore, ’but at the nameless
person to whom he would deliver
her; but he reproached himself:,
**If you’re going to help her, then
help hei' and don’t do a half-hearted
job of it, and don’t demand to know
everything about
“All right,” he
posal, and fell in
haste to be gone,
lose any time getting away,
you, in those
ing at Aurore’s baer throat and thin-
clad body, and thinking of zedo ata
whistling past the cockpit at more
than qne hundred miles an hour—-
“in those clothes you’d, freeze. May
be I can rake something together.”
But he could not even imagine
Aurore clad in any garments of his.
Her head came barely to the level
of his chin, and in one of his great
coats he would have to hunt for her.
For the first time he noticed that
she was cold. There was tiny goose
flesh on her arms. But she ’had not
drawn the mantilla about her; she
seemed utterly unaware’ of every
thing save getting into the plane
and flying away north to that lake.
Old Bergelot get up and went out
Of the tent not saying a word, Dorn
heard him clumping down the path
toward the landing,
Aurore explained; “He’s going af
ter my bundle of things in the boat.
I mean, they're' not mine exactly;
some trapper left a
ton, and Dad said
me.”
iSo she hadn’t
clothes! Kansas had told the truth
there again. She had flung away
with nothing but wh£.t she stood in
now. Possibly she had been so an
xious about her father that she
never stopped to think of baggage.
Possibly!
Aurone was looking at him steau-
ily. The ‘breeze that sifted through
the flap-front of
her dress close
stood Straight as
With a lance-like
body and a waist a snug arm’s reacn
around. Again Dorn had the con
viction that she was no mere debu
tante, this Aurore McNain, 'but a
person of maturity, of purpose and
,-courage. For while they waited
there, alone together for the .first
time, he saw that Aurore was
weighing, him—taking his measure
as a man; instead of blindly accept
ing old Bergelot’s high praise’. It
seemed to him there was a certain
cold, hard suspicion in her eyes. Not
of him in particular, but of ’m'entj.u.
general. She had yielded reluc
tantly to the notion of’ coming to
him, a strange man, with her trouble
and she was not altogether sure that
she had done right.
Dorn wondered what she thought
of him, of his stern man'ner and un
smiling face. Did she thinik, be
cause lie treated her so matter-of-
factly, that he was heartless? Be
remembered the passionate taunt a
metis girl had once flung at’ him:
“I am pretty You do not say so
Splaa—you black wolf—I hate you
and the handsome sorrow of your
face* Bete—all evening yOu have
not kissed me once! Is it that you
do not know how?”
' They ,heard old Bergelot thump
ing back up the path. Because ne
was standing face to face with Aur
ore under the torch, Dorn could not
help noticing that her brown eyes
were asking some question. Then
she spoke it;
“Dad said I could—over here
somewhere—<1 could change clothes
99
“Somewhere? ‘My gracious!—you
can change in here if you will. You
weren’t thinking of going out in the
dark, were you?”
For the first time Aurore smiled
—a bewitching, girlish smile. She
flushed slightly un«er his sharp
glance and looked down.
“No-oo,” with her exquisite lips
rounded; “not seriously, I didn’t ex
pect I’d have to.”
Dorn wondered why he should be
glad of her smile and of her embar
rassment that followed it. A. born
bush-loper himself, he had known all
along—from Aurore’s actions, from
her vigorous young body, and es
pecially from her familiar Way of
Speaking about the bush—that she
had spent her years largely in the
open, He had* known more than
one girl who in leading a man’s life
had lost het Chiefest treasure—
those adorable graces of womanhood
But with Aurore McNain this was
not so; her mischievous smile, her
flush of embarrassment, were proof
it was not so. Dom knew she was
a tomboy at heart, wild-iborn and
untamable, slender and quick with
life, maybe inheriting from her
a love of the mountain trail and
Wooods and lonely campfires
bdlld etoilld; blit he was glad to
cover that she was completely girl
ish.
her affair,”
agreed to her pro-
with her trembling
“We’d 'better not
But
lip was look-
bag at the sta-
they’d do for
even brought
the tent moulded
about her. She
a young poplar,
easy erectness or
Old Bergelot returned with the
clothes. Porn laid
and spread a coat
ground for Aurore
fore going out he
rope and let the tent
that she could dress
acy,
Outside, after
the flap together
with Bergelot, he
at the tent, g ibjack spruce shadows. For three
weeks it Imd been merely an orien
tation point to him, a suite unhal
lowed and prosaic place where he
cooked hasty meals and slept and
could study without interruption,
Bpt Dorn had turned a corner of his
life that night, and as he glancee
back now at the canvas shelter—a
frosted dome oozing silver light,
with the silboutette of a girl’s
shapely head shadowed on ft near,
wall—it suffered a change ip hj&
mind. He had a prevision, deeper
than thought, that when he • had
flown Aurore to that mountain lake
and done whatever other service he
could for her, and she thanked him
and perhaps added.that threadbare
“Do visit us some time”—that al
ways afterwards when he sat lp
there studying at night, he would
be hearing that golden voice of this
girl Aurore McNain, and would took
up at times from cosines and logar
ithms pnd see her standing slender
and lovely under electric torch, and
that the faint fragrance of her hair
would linger on there in his tent and
,all the breezes sweeping down from
Titan Range could not blow it away.
(Continued Next Week)
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to stand on. Bo-
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sides down so
ip, strict priv-
had buttonedhe
and stepped away
glanced back once
ray-silvered under the
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In a few days one of hist