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OREGON CITY COURIER, FRIDAY, APRIL 21, 1911 iST i' fjfe " COPYRIGHT. 1910, BY HAMLIN tXH J ' j. .fSjl CHArTEU XV. SHADOWS ON TI1E MIST. THE decision which Cavanagh made between love and duty distinguished the officer from the man, the soldier from the civilian. lie did not hesitate to act, and yet he suffered a mental conflict as he rode back toward the scene of that inhuman sacrifice on the altar of greed. "It will be hours before any part of the sheriff's posse can reach the falls, even though they take to the swiftest motors, and then other long hours must intervene before I can ride dowu to her. Yes, at least a day and a night must drag tbelr slow course before I can hope to be of service to her." And the thought drew a groan of anxiety from him. At such moments of mental stress the trail is a torture and the mountain side an inexorable barrier. Halfway to the hills he was Inter cepted by on old man who was at work on an irrigating ditch beside the road. He seemed very nervous and very inquisitive, and as he questioned the ranger his eyes were like those of a dog that fears bis master's hand. Ross wondered about this afterward, but at the moment his mind was busy with the significance of this patient toller with a spade. He was a prophet ic figure in the most picturesque and Sterile land of the stockman. "Here, within twenty miles of this peaceful fruit grower," he said, "Is the crown ing lnfuray of the freebootiug cowboy." He wondered as he rode on whether the papers of the state would make a jest of this deed. "Will this be made the theme for caustic comment In the eastern press for a day and then bi forgotten?" As his hot blood cooled he lost faith In even this sacrifice. Could anything change the leopard west Into the tuine ness and serenity of the ox? "No," he decided; "nothing but death will do that. This generation, these fierce and bloody hearts, must die. Only In that way can the tradition of violence be overcome and a new state reared." At the foot of the toilsome, upward winding trail he dismounted and led bis weary horse. Over his head and about halfway to the first hilltop lay a roof of fleecy vapor, faint purple in color and seamless in texture. Through this he must pass, and it sym bolized to him tho line of demarcation , between the plain and the mountain, , between order and violence. Slowly he led his horse along the mountuln side, grasping with eager de sire at every changing aspect of tho marvelous mountuln scene. It was In finitely more gorgeous, more compel ling, than bis moonlight experience the night before. As he led his horse out upon a pro jecting point of rocky lodge to rest bis love for the range came buck upon him with such power that tears misted his eyes and his throat nehod. "Where else will I find such scenes at this?" he asked himself. "Where In all the lowlands could ,such splendors shine? j How can I leave this high world in i which these wonders come and go? 1 will not! Here will I bring my brldo and build my home. This Is my world." But the mist grew gray, the aureole of fire faded, the sun went down be hind the hills, nnd the chill of evening deepened on tho trail, and as he re approached the scene of man's inhu manity to man the thought of camping tnere beside those charred limbs cnll cd for heroic resolution. He was hun gry, too, and as the air pinched ho shivered. "At tho best the sheriff cannot reach here before midnight," he said, and settled dowu to his unsought, revolting vigil. His one relief lay in the mental com position of a long letter to Lee Vir ginia, whose life at that moment was a comfort to him. "If such purity, such sweetness, can come from vio lence nnd vulgarity then surely" u new nnd splendid stute can rise even out of the ashes of these murdered men. Perhaps this is the end of the old," be mused, "perhaps this Is the begin ning of the new," and as lie pondered the last faint crimson died out of the west. "So must the hate and violence die out of America," he said, "leaving the clear, sweet air of liberty behind." He was near to the poet at the mo ment, for he was iilxu (lie lover. Ills allegiance to the ureal republic stood the test. His faith In di'ir.ieracy was shaken, but not destroyed. "I will wait," he decided. "Tills slmll be the sign. If this deed goes unavenged then will I put off my badge and my uniform nnd go back to the land where for a hundred years at least such deeds as these have been Impossible." Ho built ii fire as night fell to serve both ns n beacon and as a defense against the cold. He felt himself weirdly remote iu this vigil. Krom bis far height be looked abroad upon tho tumbled plain ns If upon an ocean dimly perceptible, yet august. "At this moment," ho said, "curious and per haps guilty eyes are wondering what my spark of firelight may mean." His mind went again and again to that tall old man In the ditch. What was tho uu'iining of his scared nnd sorrowful glance? Why should one so peacefully employed at such a time and lu such a place wear the look of a hunted deer? What meant the tre mor iu his voice? Was It possible that one so gentle should have taken part In this deed? "Preposterous suspicion, and yet ho bad a guilty look." At last, far In the night, he heard the snort of a horse nnd the sound of voices. The law (such as It wast was cropping up the inniintniii side In the person of the sheriff of Chauvenet county and was about to relieve the ranger from his painful responsibility as guardian of the dead. At last he came, lb la officer, of the law, attended dike n Cheyenne chief: by a dozen lesser warriors of various conditions and kinds, but anion? tlii'm indeed, second only to the sheriff was Hugh Itedfield. the forest super visor, hot nnd eager with haste. As they rode up to the fire the officer called out: "Howdy, ranger? How about it?" Ross stated briefly, succinctly, what . he had discovered, nnd ns ho talked ! other riders came up the hill and gath ered closely around to listen In word less silence In guilty silence, tin ranger could not help believing. Rcdfield spoke. "Sheriff Van Home, you and I have been running cuttle In this country for nearly thirty years, and we've witnessed all kinds of shunt ing and several kinds of hanfJnj.'. but when it conies to rluippli'.g and burn lng men I get off. I shall persimiillv offer a reward of $l.oi)(t for the up prehension of these Dilscivanls, shmI I hope you'll make It your solemn tint to hunt them to earth." "You won't have far to go," rei:iai'l ed Ross significantly. "What do you menu?" askeil tb sheriff. "I mean this slaughter, like tho oth ers that have taken place, was tin work of cattlemen who claim this range. Their names are known to us all." A silence followed so deep a silence that the ranger was convinced of tho fact that In the circle of his listeners stood those who, if they had not shared In the slaughter, ut least knew the names of the guilty men. At last the sheriff spoke, this time with a sigh. "I hope you're all wrong Cavanagh. I'd hate to think any con stltuent of mine had sanctioned this Job. Give me that lantern, Curtis." The group of ranchers dismounted and followed the sheriff over to the grewsome spot, but Itedfield stayed with the ranger. "Have you any suspicion, Ross?" "No, hardly a suspicion. However, you know ns well as I that this was not a sudden outbreak. This deed was plunned. It represents the feeling of many cattlemen in everything but the extra horror of Its execution. That was the work of drunken, infuriated men. But I am more deeply concern ed over Miss Wetlierford's distress. Did she reuch you by telephone to night?" "No. What's the trouble?" "Her mother Is down again. I tele phoned her, and she asked me to come to her, but I cannot go, for I have a case of smallpox up on the hill. Aru bro, the Itnsque herder, Is dowu with It, and another border is up there alone with him. I must go back to them. But meanwhile 1 wish you would go to the Fork and see what you can do for her." His voice, filled with emotion, touch- ed Redfleld, and ho snld, "Can't I go to the relief of the herder?" "No; you must not think of it. You are a man with a family. But If you can find any one who has had the smallpox send him up. The old herder who Is nursing the patient Is not strong and may drop at any moment. Then it's up to me." The men came back to the campfire conversing In low tones, some of them cursing in tones of awe. One or two of them were small fanners from Deer Creek, recent comers to the state, or men with bunches of milk cows, and to them this deed was nwosome. The sheriff followed, saying: "Well, there's nothing to do but wait till morning. The rest of you men better go home. You can't be of any use here." For more than three hours the sher iff and Itedfield sat with the ranger, wailing for daylight, n ml during this time the naino of every man In the re gion was brought up and discussed, Among others, Itoss mentioned the old man lu the ditch. "He wouldn't hurt n bumblebee," de clared the sheriff. "He's got a bunch of cattle, but he's the mildest old man In the state. He's tho last rancher in the country to even stand for such work. What made you mention him?" "I passed him ns I was riding buck," replied Cavanagh, "and be had a sc ared look In his eyes." Tho sheriff grunted. "You Imagined all that. Tho old chap always has n kind of meek look." It was nearly noon of n glorious day as Cavanagh. very tired and very hun gry, rode up to the sheep herder's tent. etlicrrord was sitting in the sun calmly smoking his pipe, the sheep were feeding not fur a way, attended by the dog, and an air of peace covered his sunlit rocky world. "How is tho Basque?" asked the ruuger. Wetherford pointed upward. "All over." "Thou it wasn't smallpox ?" "I reckon that's what it was; it sure was tierce. I Judge it's a case of Injun burial no ceremony -likht hero lu the rocks. I'll let you dig the hole (I'm Just about nil lit), but mind you keel) to the windward all the time. I dou't want you spotted." Cavanagh understood tho necessity for these precautions, but first of all came his own need of food and rest. Turning his tired horse to glass, be stretched himself along a grassy, sun ny cranny between the rocks and there ate and afterward slept, while all about him tho lambs culled and the conies whined. Ho was awakened by n pebble tossed upon him, und when ho arose, stiff mid sore, but feeling stronger nnd in bet ter temper, the sun was wearing low. Setting to work at his task, ho threw the loose rock out of a hollow in the ledge ucur by, and to this rude sepul- cher Wetherford drugged the dead man, refusing all uld, mid there piled a culm of ro' ks above bis grave. The ranger took a hand at the end and rojled some bugp bowlders udou me grave to insure tlfe wolves" defeat, "Now burn the bedding," lie com niauded. "The whole cuuip has got to go, and your clothing, too, after w get down the hill." "What will we do with the sheep?" "Drive them over the divide und leave them." All those things Wetherford did, and leaving the camp In ashes behind him Cavnnagh drove tho sheep before hliu on his homeward way. As night fell the dog, at his command, rounded tlieni up and put them to bed, and the men went on down the valley, leaving the brave brute on guard, pathetic fig ure of faithful guardianship. "It hurts mo to desert you, old fel low," called the ranger, looking back "but there's no help for It. I'll come up In the morning and bring you some biscuit." It was long after dark when they entered the canyon just above the cab- In, und Wetherford was shivering from cold und weakness. "Now, you pull up just outside the gate nnd wait there till I bring out some blankets. Then you've got to strip to the skin and start the world ALL OVEH " all over again," said Cavanagh. "I'll build a fire here, and we'll cremate your past. How about it?" 'I'm willing," responded Wether ford. "You can burn everything that belongs to me but my wife and my girl." AH through the ceremony which fol lowed ran this self banter. "I'll be all ranger, burring a commission," he said, with a grin as be put on tho olive yellow shirt and a pair of dusty green trousers. "Aud here goes my past!" he added as ho tossed bis con taminated rags upon the lire. What a corking opportunity to make a fresh start," commented Cavanagh. "I hope you see it." "I see it, but it's hard to live up to your mark." When every precaution had been taken tho ranger led the freshly scrub bed, Bcoured and transformed fugitive to his cabin. "Why, man, you're fit for the state legislature," he exclaimed as they came Into the full light. "My clothes don't precisely meet every demand you make upon them, but they give you an air of command. I wish your wife could see you now." Then, seeing that Wetherford was really iu earnest, lie added: "You can stay with me as long ns you wish. Perhaps in time you might be able to work into the service as a guard, although tho chief is get ting more und more insistent on real foresters." There were tears lu Wetlierford's eyes as he said: "You cannot realize what this clean, warm uniform means to mo. For nine years 1 wore the prison sliipcs. it is ten years since I was dressed like a man." "You need not worry about food or shelter for tho present," replied Cava nagh gently. "Grub Is not costly here, and house rent Is less than nominal, bo make yourself ut home nnd get strong." Wetherford lifted his bead. "But I want to do something. 1 waut to re deem myself Iu some way. I don't want my girl to know who I am, but I'd like to win her respect. I can't be what you say she thinks 1 was, but if I had n chance I might show my self n ninti again. I wouldn't mind I. ho knowing that I nm alive. It might be a comfort to her. But I don't want even her to be told till I can go to tier In my own duds.". "She's pretty sick," said Cavanagh. "I telephoned I.ee Virginia last night, and If you wish you may ride down with me tomorrow and see her." Tho old man fell n-trenible. "I daren't do that. I can't bear to tell her w here I've been." "She needn't know. I will tell her you've been out of your mind. I'll say anything you wish. You can go to her in tho clothes you have on if you like. She will not recognize you ns the pris oner I held the other night. You can have your beard trimmed, and not. even the justice will know you." All reserve had vanished out of the convict's heart, and with choking voice bo thanked his young host. "I'll never be n burden to you," he de clared In a firmer voice. "And If my lung holds out I'll show you I'm not the total loco that 1 'pear to be." CHAPTER XVI. CAVANAGH FOLLOWS HIS rlllEF. 11 T breakfast next uagh said: "I and take some dog. 1 can't morning Cava must ride back 8omo bread to the og. i can t go away anu leave him there Without saying hello." "Let me do that," suggested Wether ford. "I'm afraid to go down to the Fork. I reckon I'd better go back nnd tend the sheep till Gregg sends some one up to take my place." "That might be too late to see Lize. Lee s voice showed great anxiety. She may ue on ner (leathbeiT. No; you'd better go down with me today," be urged. And at last the old man con sented. rutting some bread in bis pockets, Ross rode off up the trail to see bow the dog und his flock were faring. He had not gone far when he heard the tinkle of the bells and the murmur of the lambs, and a few moments later the collie came toward him with the air of u boy who, having assumed to disregard the orders of his master, ex pects a scolding. He plainly said: "I've brought my sheep to you because I was lonesome. Please forgive me." Cavanagh called to him cheerily and tossed blm u piece of bread, which he caught in his fceth, but did not swal low. On the contrary, he held It while leaping for Joy of the praise he henrd In his new found master's voice. Turning the Hock upward toward the higher peaks, the ranger commanded tile collie to their heels und so. having redeemed Ills promise, rode back to the cabin, where be found Wetherford sad died and ready for his momentous trip to the valley. lie had shaved away his gray beard, and had Ross been un prepared for these changes he would have been puzzled to account for this decidedly military figure sitting statu- esquely on his pony before the door. You can prove an alibi," be called ns ho drew war. "Gregg himself would never recognize you now." Wetherford was in no mood for jok ing. "I.Ize will. I wore a mustuche in the old days, and there's a scar on my chin." As he rode lie confided this strange tiling to Cavanagh. "I know," said he. that I.Ize is old and wrinkled, for I've seen her, but all the same I can't re alize It. That heavy set woman down there Is not Lize. My Llze is slim and straight. This woman whom you know h::s stolen Jier name and face, that's ill. I can't explain exactly what I feel, but Lee Virginia means more to me now than Lize." "I think I understand you," said Cavanagh. with sympathy in his voice. The nearer Wetherford came to the actual meeting with his wife the more he shook. At last he stopped lu the road. "I don't believe I can do it," he declared. "I'll be like a ghost to her. Wliut's the use of it? . She'll only be worried by my story. I reckon I'd better keep dark to everybody. Let me go back. I'm plum seared cold." While still he nrgued two men on horseback rounded a sharp turn . In the trail anfl cftme face to face with the ranger. Wetlierford's face went suddenly gray. "There's the deputy!" 'Keep quiet. I'll do the talking," commanded Cavanagh, who was in stant in his determination to shield the man. "Good morning, gentlemen," he culled cheerily. "You're abroad early!" The man in front was the deputy sheriff of the county; his companion was n stranger. "That was a horrible mess you stum bled on over on Deer creek," the dep uty remarked. "It certainly wns. Have any arrests been made?" "Not yet. but we're on a clew. This Is Marshal Haines of Dallas, Mr. Cav anngli," pursued the deputy. The two men nodded In token of the introduc tion, and the deputy went on, "You remember that old cuss that used to work for Gregg?" Again Cavanagh nodded "Well, that chap Is wanted by the loxas authorities. Mr. Haines here wants to see him mighty bad. He's an escaped convict with a bad record." "is that so?" exclaimed Cavanagh, "1 thought he seemed a bit gnu shy." "The last seen of him was when Sam Gregg sent him up to herd sheep. I think he was mixed up in that killing myself him and Ballard and we're going up to get some track of him. Didn't turn up at your station, did he?" "Yes; lie came by some days ago, on his way, so he said, to relieve that sick Basque, Auibro. 1 went up a couple of days ago and found the Basque dead and the old man gone. I burled the herder the best I could, aud I'm on my way down to report the case." The deputy mused: "Ho mny be hanging round some of the lumber camps. I reckon we had better go up nnd look the ground over anyhow. We might just chance to overhaul him, "He may have pulled out over the range." suggested the ranger. "Any how, It's a long way up there, aud you'll probably have to enmp at my place tonight. You'll find the key hanging over the door. Go In and make yourself comfortable." The deputy thanked him nnd was about to ride on when Cavanagh add ed: "1 burned that Basque's tent and bedding for fear of contagion. Ills outfit was worthless anyhow. You'll find the sheep Just above my cabin and the liorso In my corral." "The old man didn't take the horse, eh? Well, that settles it; he's sure at one of the camps. Much obliged. Good day." As the two officers rode awny Weth erford loaned heavily on his pommel aud stared at the ranger with wide eyes. His face was drawn and his Hps dry. "They'll get me! They'll get me!" he said. "Oh, no, they won't," rejoined Cava nagh. "You're all right yet. They suspect nothing. How could they, with you iu uniform aud in my com pany r All the same, I'm seared. That man Haines had his eyes on me every minute. He saw right through mc. They'll get me, nnd they'll charge me up with that killing." No, they won't, I toll you," insisted the ranger. "Haintw suspected nothing. I hud his eye. He never saw you be fore ud has nothing but a descrip tion to go by, so cheer up. Your uni form and your position with me will niae jo.u sjife-ne.rfectlj' safe. They'll mm the UasqifeTJ camp burnea and the sheep lu charge of the dog, and they'll fancy that you have skipped across the range. But see here, old man," and he turned on him sharply, "you didn't tell me the whole truth. You said you were out on parole." "I couldn't tell you the whole truth," replied the fugitive. "But I will now. I was In for a life sentence. I was desperate for the open air and home sick for the mountains, and I struck down one of the guards. I was will ing to do anything to get out. I thought If I could get back to this country and my wife and child I'd be safe. I said I'd be willing to go back to the pen if necessary, but I'm not I can't do it, I'd die there. You must save me for my girl's sake." His voice and eyes were wild with a kind of desperate fury of fear, and Cavanagh, moved to pity, assured him of his aid. "Now, listen," he said. I'm going to shield you on account of your work for that poor shepherd and for your daughter's sake. It's my duty to apprehend you, of course, but I'm going to protect you. The safest thing for you to do is to go back to my cabin. Ride slow, so as not to get there till they're gone. They'll ride over to the sawmill without doubt. If they come back this way remember that the deputy saw you only as a ragged old man with a long beard and that Haines has nothing but a printed description to go by. There's no use trying to flee. You are a marked man in that uniform, and you are safer right here with me than any where else this side of Chicngo, Haliies is likely to cross the divide in the belief that you have gone that way, and if he does you have no one but the deputy to deal with." He succeeded at last in completely rousing the older man's courage. Wetherford rose to meet his opportu nity. "I'll do it," he said firmly. That's the talk!" exclaimed Cav anagh to eucourage him. "You can throw them off the track this time, and when I come back tomorrow I'll bring some other clothing for you, and then we'll plan some kind of scheme that will get you out of the country. I'll not let them make a scapegoat of you." The ranger watched the fjgitive as he started back over the trail in this desperate defiance of bis pursuers with far less confidence in the outcome than he had put into words. "All depends on Wetherford himself. If his nerve does not fail him. if they take the uniform for granted and do not carry the matter to the supervisor. . we will pull the plan through." And in this hope he rode nwuy down the trull with bent head, for all this bore heavily upon his relationship to the girl' waiting for him in the valley. He bad thought Lize a burden, a social disability, but a convict father now made the mother's fuults of small ac count1. The nearer he drew to the meeting with Lee Virginia the more Important that meeting became. Cavanagh had seen Virginia hardly more than a score of times, and yet she filled his thought, confused bis plans, making of Ills brain a place of doubt and hesitation. For her sake he had entered upon a plan to shield n criminal, to harbor an es coned convict. It was of no avail to argue that he wns moved to shleli1 Wetherford because of bis heroic ac tion ou the peak, tie knew perfectly well that it wns bpctnipo he could not see that fair, brnve vir! fur'lier d' graced by the discover.- of h; fa'her' Identity, for in the seir hing inquiry which would surely follow his secret would develop. To marry her, know ing the charactei of her father and her mother, wa madness, aud the voice within hlni warned (Si in of his folly "l ure w: ter cannot be drawn from corrui , sources," it is said Never; hel -ss th thought of having the girl with hl:i. in the wilderness filled lilui with dl vine recklessness While still he do bated, alternately Hushed with resolve to be happy and chilled by sonn strange dejection, he met Swinson. the young guard who guarded the forest on the South Fork. As he rode up Cavnnagh perceived in the other muu's fin e something pro foundry serious. He did not smile in greeting, us was usual with hliu, und. taking some letters from his pocket, passed them over in ominous silence. He hud a face of such bitterness that It broke through even the absorbed and selfish meditation Into which Cav anagh had been thrown. "What's the matter, Swenson? You look ns if you had lost a friend." "I have," answered the guard short ly, "and so have you. The chief Is out." "What?" "They've got him!" he exclaimed. "He's out." Cavanagh sprang up. "I don't be lieve it! For what reason? Why?" "Don't that letter tell yon? The whole town is chuckling. Every criminal and plug ugly In the country Is spitting In our faces this morning. Yes, sir, the president has fired the chief the man that built up this forestry service. The whole works Is going to h , that's what It is. We'll have all the coal thieves, water power thieves, poachers and free grass pirates piling in on as In mobs. They'll eat up the forest I see the finish of the whole business. They'll put some western man In somebody they can work. Then where will we be?" Cavanagh's young heart burned with Indignation, but he tried to check the other man's torrent of protest I can't believe It There's some mistake. Maybe they've made him the secretary of the department or something." "No, they haven't They've thrown him out. They've downed him be cause he tried to head off some thiev ery of coal mines In Alaska." The man was ready to weep with chagrin and indignant sorrow.. Hi vain cnoked. and he turned uway to con ceal his emotion. Cavanagh put the letter back into his pocket and mounted his horse "Well, go ou back to your work, Swenson. I'm going to town to get ,U . l . . - luc lllr uu lm out what it all means." He was almost as badly stunned by the significance of Sweiison's news us Swenson himself. Could it be possible that the man who had built up the Held service of the bureau the man whose clean hnndrd patriotism had held the boys together, making them every year more clearly u unit, n lit tle" army of enthusiasts could It. be possible that the originator, the or ganizer of this great plan, had been stricken down Just when his Influence was of most account? lie refused to believe it of nn administration pledged to the cause of conservation. As he entered the town he was struck instantly by the change in the ' faces turned toward him, In the Jocu- lar greetings hurled at him. "Hello, Mr. Coasack! What do you thluk of your chief now?" m , I,. . , , J.U1S Will put an end to your 111- ferun I nonsenso." snld nnntlmr "Wo'll CAVANAGH PENNED HIS RESIGNATION AND MAILED IT. have a man In there now who knows the western ways aud who's willing to boom things along. The cork Is out of your forest bottle." Gregg Was most offensive, of all. This means throwlug open the forest to unybody that wauts to use It means an eutire reversal of this fool policy." "Wait aud see," replied Cavnnagh. But his face was rigid with the ex pression of the fear and auger he felt. With hands that trembled he opened the door to the telephone booth, closed It carefully behind hliu and called for the supervisor's office. As soon us Itedfield replied he burst forth in question. "Is It true that the chief is out?" Redfield's voice was husky as he re plied. "Y'es. lad; they've got him." "Good Lord, what a blow to the serv lee!" exclaimed Cavanagh with groan of sorrow and rage. "What is the president thinking of to throw out the only titan who stood for the future tho man who bad built up this corps who wns its Inspiration?" Then after a pause he added, with bitter resolution "This ends It for me. Here's "where I net off." "Don't say that. boy. We need you now more tlinn ever." "I'm through. I'm done with Amer- lea with the States. 1 shall write my resignation at once. Send down an other mail to take my place." Redfield's pleadings were of no avail, Cavnnagh went directly from the booth to the postofflee, and there, sur rounded by Jeering and exultant citi zens, he peuued his resignation and mailed it. Theu. with stern nnd con temptuous face, he left the plnce, mak ing no reply to the Jeers of his ene mies, nnd, mounting his horse, me chanically rode away out upon the plains, seeking the quiet, open places In order to regain calmness and de cision, ne did not deliberately ride away from Lee Virginia, but as he en tered upon the open country he knew that he was leaving her as he was leaving the forests. He had cut him self off from her as he had cut him self off from the work he loved. His heart was swollen big within his breast. He longed for the return of "the colo nel ' to the White House. "What man ner of ruler Is this who Is ready to strike down the man whose very name means conservation aud who In a few years would have made this body of rorest rangers the most effective corps of Its size In the world?" He groaned again, nnd his thront ached with the fury of his indlguntion. "Dismissed for insubordination," the report said. "Iu what way? Only in making war on greed, in checking graft, in preserving the heritage of the people." The lush that cut deepest was the open exultation of the very men whose persistent attempt to appropriate pub lic property the chief had helped to thwart. "Redfleld will go next The influen' e that got the chief will get Hugh. He's too good a man to escape. Then, as Swenson says, the thieves will roll In upon us to slash and burn and corrupt What a country! What a country!" As he reached the end of this line of despairing ithought he came back to the question of his remaining personal obligations. 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