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CHAPTER IX— Continued
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"Men are easier to handle that
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way," Jeanne supplied.
“Well, Jeanne,” came slowly, “I
"You should know!” Kay was
guess you’re right. McKenzie Joe pacing. Her eyes glared: her usu­
knew what he was doing, after all.” ally smooth hair was in disarray.
There was a desperate quietness
“I couldn’t help watching you.”
to his tone; the world was swim­
Anger conquered Kay completely.
ming. This puzzling find could
“Think what you please, both of
mean many things.
you!” she exploded. “If her word
Of only one was Jack certain— means so much to you—go ahead—
that he had signed away valuable only don’t come to me with it!" A
rights. He hoped that was all— queer laugh passed over her thin
this action was not beyond recall; drawn lips. “Thank God for one
it was the pounding of suspicion thing. I won’t have you pawing
that hurt, suspicion which could me any more—that’s a consolation.”
point in only one direction.
“Kay!”
“Before I do or say anything,"
“Don't speak to me!” she shot
he muttered, ‘Tve got to see Bruce at him. "You’ve got your own in­
Kenning.”
formation bureau beside you—talk
Jeanne Towers looked up. A to her!"
change had come over the girl, a
“And you know it’s the right in­
queer, awakening sort of meta­ formation,” Jeanne insisted.
morphosis. She seemed stalwart,
“You've cooked it up—every word
determined, as though doubts and of it.”
fears which long had harassed her
“Then why do you admit it?”
had disappeared. There was crisp­ The Northern girl advanced a step
ness in her voice, almost command. toward the veranda. “Call out Mrs.
“I’ll go with you, Jack,” she said. Carewe. She’s tired of her job;
“I think you should see several she won’t be afraid to answer
persons. Kay Joyce, for instance.” questions. She’ll tell you how many
times she’s seen you go over to
CHAPTER X
Bruce Kenning’s—nights when she
couldn’t sleep and watched you—”
They reached the top of the hill
“Oh, the cook’s word.”
and followed its crest to Kenning’s
“A good woman's word! If she
cabin. He was not there. At last had only come to me before Mc­
they turned away, Jeanne in the Kenzie Joe left, Kenning never
lead, heading for Kay. Joyce’s cot­ would have gotten his hands on
tage. Jack Hammond acquiesced; that property!”
horrible thoughts were running
Kay straightened. White-featured,
through his brain; he could not her hands half extended as though
thrust them away.
they longed to claw the brown eyes
“Kay!” he called at the edge of | of the woman who accused her,
the veranda. “Kay! Come out she stood a moment transfixed with
here."
anger.
The door flew open and Kay came
“But he’s got it!" she snapped
bubbling forth. Her expression at last. “And what are you going
changed at the sight of Jeanne, and to do about it?”
Jack Hammond, grimly silent, be­
She whirled. The door slammed.
side her.
Jack and Jeanne stood alone in the
“Kay!” he demanded. "Where’s deepening night.
Bruce Kenning?”
"I’m going to find Bruce Ken­
“Isn’t he in his cabin?” Then, ning,” he said abruptly. “This time
“What’s come over you—so exit­ I’d better see him ajqpe.” —
ed—"
She begged him to dg ^.noi n-
“You’ve a good idea of what’s ing; Jack countered wi'.n hastily
come over him!” Jeanne interject­ framed excuses. At last he was
ed coldly. Kay shot her a glance alone, moving through the shadows
of unconcealed enmity.
toward McKenzie Joe’s test shaft,
“So?” she asked and dismissed progressing more by instinct than
her for the man. “Jack, whatever by direction.
Mentality had concentrated upon
is all this about? Is something ter­
a sequence of events which now
ribly wrong?”
“Terribly. That's why I’ve got were becoming horribly, truthfully
clear. McKenzie Joe had been right
to find Bruce Kenning.”
“He wants to tell him,” Jeanne after all—from the very beginning!
Now the episode of the sniper
added, “that he's found out how
you two have been tricking him.” gold was explained and the reason
that he never again had found such
Kay Joyce advanced sharply.
nuggets at Kay’s claim. He knew
“What do you mean?”
Curiously, Hammond found him­ now that her placer workings had
self hurrying to Jeanne's defense. It been worthless and that they had
amazed him as much as it amazed been salted with metal from Ken­
Kay Joyce, now staring from one ning’s workings up the creek. It
was her alibi, her excuse to thwart
to the other.
“She means,” he snapped, “that any plea that Jack might make to
someone’s been working McKenzie give up this quixotic idea, to marry
him now, and forget pride and fool­
Joe's old claim.”
“Suppose someone has?” She ish inhibitions. To cover also the
itamped a foot. “I can't help it if matter of money, explain the pay­
people go wandering around other ment of workmen—Jack knew now
people’s claims. Just why you who had paid them, Bruce Ken­
should come storming up to me ning. To make Jack believe that
she was a trifle nearer him, and
about it—"
“I’m not storming. And I’m not thus, fevered by her approach,
making accusations. But Kenning make him the more insensible to
got me to deed that property over । trickery.
But McKenzie Joe had labeled the
to him this afternoon—”
first nuggets sniper gold, which
She gestured futilely.
“A lot of nonsense about some 1 could not possibly have come from
worthless old hole in the ground—” j her claim. The mistake had not
“Strange,” interjected Jeanne. been made again; the gold with
“Kenning knew it wasn’t worthless. which that gravel had been salted
thereafter had been the sort of gold
Kay blazed with anger.
“Am I talking to you. Jack? Or that would come from gravel, noth­
ing else.
to this little tramp?"
On went the reconstruction—the
“Kay! Don’t say that!” Jack
was half up the steps. She turned well-planted fable about the English
defiantly from him; suddenly Ham­ syndicate, the plausibility and sense
mond realized that her indignation , of honesty established by the fail­
had bcm too carefully timed, her ure of the main line of test pits,
the surprise of finding gold where
amazement unreal.
“So the pot calls the kettle , no one, even Bruce Kenning, had
black?" asked Jeanne, with tense expected it, thus absolutely pre­
cluding the possibility of gold-bear­
calmness.
ing sands in the territory where
Hammond turned amazedly.
“You've no cause to say that!" McKenzie Joe had put his faith.
It was easy to reconstruct the
“No? Ask Miss Joyce how many
nights a week she spends in Bruce rest of the picture. They had played
Kenning’s cabin. In Bruce Ken­ on Joe's taciturnity and his dis­
like for them. Kenning evidently
ning’s bed!”
For the first time in his life. Jack knew his breed, quick disgust, the
heard Kay stammer. Then she be­ desire to pull out and go on, once
gan to rage, her clenched hands ex­ relations had become intolerable.
tended. But Jeanne Towers cut in So McKenzie Joe had gone. And
Bruce Kenning had continued, sur­
with:
"Shall I give you the hours, days reptitiously, to dig where McKenzie
and dates? And perhaps you sneak Joe had dug; mining and geological
out at nights just for the exercise? experience had told him that Mc­
Kenzie was right. Then, with the
In your pajamas?"
“Jack!" Kay tried appeal. “Are river bed discovered, a quantity of
you going to believe this wretched screened gravel had been taken to
the worthless test pit on the bench
little liar? If you only knew—”
“He knows,” Jeanne cut in. "if ’ land and dumped there. No won­
you're referring to my life with Lew der the bottom of the pan, when '
Jack had washed that sample, had
Snade.”
' Kay,” the man interrupted daz- [ been covered with gold. And now i
edly, "has all this been just a game | the real discovery was in the hands '
with you?” He was groping, like a i of Bruce Kenning. Jack Hammond I
man staggering to his feet after I had signed it over that afternoon, i
unconsciousness. "You’ve been just । He knew that already the transfer '
playing me—you never intended to had been recorded.
marry me? Just holding me at i Suddenly Hammond crouched. •
alive to his surroundings. He was ’
arm's length—”
within fifty yards of McKenzie Joe's
workings. A faint sound, borne by
the brisk wind, carried the rasping
of the old ladder as someone began
an ascent of the shaft. A shadowy,
burdened figure appeared. Ham­
mond called Bruce Kenning's name.
With that, the figure reached the sur­
face, threw the heavy sack of gravel
from his shoulders, strove to run,
stumbled, then turned, weakly sup­
pliant.
“Don’t hurt me,” he begged. “I’m
not Kenning."
Hammond caught him, lifting him
clear of the ground. For an instant,
he held the man shaking in his pow­
erful grasp. Then, with a half
fling, he gave him freedom.
“I told you never to cross that
Alaskan line!” he growled. It was
Lew Snade, almost groveling as he
strove to back away, to reach a
distance from which he could run
for safety. But Hammond moved
with him, pace for pace. "Hear
me? I told you not to cross that
line!”
“But I haven’t been bothering
Jeanne. Honest to God, I haven’t.
She doesn’t even know I’m in the
country.”
“What are you doing in this test
pit?”
“Just getting out a little gravel.”
“To make cement with, I sup­
pose. How long have you worked
here?"
He tried to frame a lie, but he
was too frightened.
“Since a night or two after your
partner left.”
“And you work for Bruce Ken­
ning, don't you?” The big hands
caught again at the shoulders of the
trembling man. “Don't lie—you
work for Bruce Kenning.”
“Yeh—I work for him.”
“You helped him salt that shaft
over on the bench land too, didn’t
you?”
“I don’t know what he did with
the gravel I took over there.”
"But you did carry gravel for
him.”
‘Tve been working tor him, ain’t
I?”
"Where’s Kenning now?”
Lew Snade looked up.
“Ain’t he at his house?”
“You know he’s not there.”
“But I don't Honest to God, I
don’t. He said he was going to
be there.”
Hammond threw the ran aside
and turned again for the hill. A
light was burning in Kay’s cottage;
he could see her shadow as she
passed a window. But strangely,
the sight of her held no poignancy
for him; instead, there was some­
thing of the same disgust which he
I
I
“Don’t Hurt Me,” He Begged.
"I'm Not Kenning.”
felt for Lew Snade. Then he went
on to the Kenning cabin. It was
dark and no one answered his
knock. Loosening the leather latch,
he walked within, stumbling about
the two rooms. Kenning was not
there. At last the lights of Whoopee
lured him.
He did not find the man. Game­
keepers merely stared at his ques­
tion or said they hadn’t seen him.
Hammond took it for what it was
worth; a good gamester leaves the
giving of information to the pro­
prietor. Dulled by mental fatigue,
Hammond at last approached the
bar. Then Around the World Annie
strolled through a doorway and
edged beside him, an elbow on the
mahogany, a well-shod foot on the
brass rail.
"Well, Prospector,” she queried,
“celebrating?"
“If you want to call it that. I’m
looking for Bruce Kenning.”
“If you find him, tell me,” came
caustically. “I'm still wondering if
that guy pulled a fast one on me.”
“Was he here tonight?”
“Was he here?” asked Around
the World Annie. "He came in
like a fire alarm. That guy's nuts
on roulette. He couldn't get to the
table fast enough. Had a lot of
gold on him. Making bets like a
crazy man.”
"Who won?"
Around the World Annie pressed
her lips.
"Am I running a charity bazaar?"
she queried. Answering her own '
question, "Come to think of it, I I
guess I am. He didn't make a good j
bet all night. Then he began get­ |
ting chips on tick. Say,” she ex­ [
claimed, "he was into me for ten ,
thousand berries of borrowed money
before I could tell him I didn't lend
to gamblers. I'm givin' you the
fact*. Fine chance I've got to get
it back."
"Oh, he can pay it. He's got the
money.”
“Yeh?” Annie became more
heartened. “You know, I’ve been
wonderin’ if it wasn’t a gag. This
little rat of a Lew Snade comes in
just when we’re arguing—"
“I thought he worked for you.”
“Snade? He did. Until I fired
him for stealing. Tonight, he was
all excited. He rushed up to Ken­
ning and whispered something, and
Kenning started to beat it. But I
wouldn't let him go, not without
some security on that loan. That's
when he pulled the fast one. He
yelled for a pen and signed his
name for me and passed over the
damned thing and said he'd be
back tomorrow morning to make it
good—square up. And I was sap
enough to let him leave!”
“Passed over what?”
“A check or a note or something.
Got it upstairs in the cash box;
probably isn’t worth the paper it’s
written on." Annie sighed. “Oh,
well, I ain’t really out any dough.
He owes me ten thousand bucks,
but it was for chips that are all
back in the racks now, seein' he
lost as fast as he borrowed.”
Hammond changed the subject.
“You don’t happen to know where
this Lew Snade lives?”
Around the World Annie screwed
up her enameled face.
“Well, now, let's see if I can tell
you how to get there. Know that
trail that leads off to the left after
you're well along toward Sap­
phire—?”
A half hour later, Jack Ham­
mond crept slowly forward toward
the little cabin set deep in the
forest. For a moment, he left the
trail, in hiding, yet watchful. The
door had opened, revealing Lew
Snade, who paused to say some­
thing to a remaining occupant, then
hurried out along the trail; Ham­
mond could have touched him as
he passed. Jack waited long min­
utes after that. Then he moved
slowly, carefully, through the tan­
gled underbrush until he could look
into the candle-lit cabin. A glance
assured him; he ran for the door.
A kick and it flew open. Across
the room, white-faced, hastily pull­
ing a chair before him, as if for
defense, was Bruce Kenning.
There was a moment of glower­
ing survey. Neither spoke; there
was no sound, in fact, save the
queer, blastlike sounds of heavy
breathing. Then Jack Hammond
flexed the muscles of his heavy
shoulders. His head set, a peculiar
forward attitude, brows lowered
over watchful eyes, slowly, delib­
erately, he started forward.
Suddenly he dodged. A queer cry
had come from Kenning’s throat,
as though restraint had broken un­
der the pressure of tensity. His
hands had tightened about the back
of the chair; suddenly he raised it
and threw it with ,aM his strength.
Hammond moved only (¿rough io
allow it to go harmlessly past,
clattering against the opposite wall.
Kenning grimaced, his lips pulling
back from parted teeth.
“Well, say something!" he broke
forth. "Staring at me like that—”
The answer was only a low rum­
ble of hate. Penning turned dazed­
ly, as if seeking escape. But Jack
Hammond was between him and
the door, still coming forward slow­
ly, as if he took joy in this creep­
ing approach.
Yet, he knew he was not going
into an easy battle. They were
matched men, in height, weight and
agility. One was fired with revenge.
the other burned with desperation.
Foot by foot, Hammond went on.
Then suddenly, they met in slug­
ging combat.
There was little science. What
boxing ability they might have pos­
sessed had been overwhelmed by
rage; now Hammond bored in with
a series of straight-arm punches
which drove his antagonist, gasp­
ing, to the wall. But there, Bruce
Kenning took new strength. Now
it was he who, laying himself wide
open to the thudding thrusts of his
enemy’s fists, swung blow after
blow against Hammond's face and
head.
Suddenly Hammond began to use
strategy, staggering, pretending to
sag at the knees. Kenning shouted
and rushed him.
Instantly, Hammond leaped aside
and thrusting forth a leg, tripped
the other man off balance. Then
the prospector wa* on him, catch­
ing him with one arm about hi*
neck, and sending his free fist
against Kenning’s face with a crash­
ing force which seemed to drive
his knuckles into his wrist bones.
Kenning winced. He cried out. Ham­
mond, gasping for breath, allowed
a grunt of triumph to pass his lips.
This was joy—to hear an evidence
of pain and suffering. Desperately
the geologist strove to turn in the
other man's grasp; slowly he began
to succeed. Now, in better position
for defense, he began a counter­
attack upon Hammonds midriff;
the prospector retaliated by driv­
ing blow after blow against the
other man’s face until his hands
were slimy.
(TO BE CONTINl ED)
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