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Illinois Valley News, Thursday, January 8, 1942 Page Six New Way to a Youthful Figure RARteir ANO TOAST 420 CALS INSTALLMENT FOURTEEN to investigate. Murder Is suspected. It is thought that Isadore, rich fur man, has made a sold strike and aims to keep prospectors out. On the way to the Hudson’s Bay post they visit Isa dore in his palatial home, and meet THE (TORY SO FAR: Bound tor the Chibouomau (old country, (lx men lo«t their live« on the Nottaway river. Red Malone, Garrett Finlay, brother of one of the «lx, and Blaise, halt breed guide, arrive at NotUeay posing as surveyors ■» * * * « ****** lancing the undergrowth, found no bush the next man over the trail. Patamish had no gun. They had target. Then, from deep in the forest brought him to help carry the meat He had nothing drifted the familiar yelp of the aire- and the canoe. dale on a rabbit trail. Flame ana against these white men and wanted Garry! Sweat burst from Red's to run away. But his companions had threatened to shoot him if he brow. They must be warned! There was a sudden movement in didn’t stay. When the firing began the bush. Red lifted his head to he had started to run but the dog catch the fluttering of young flr tops had pulled him down. "Ask him if he believes we’ve as a dark shape moved through. Once, twice, the .45 roared. Two sickened the children with the evil rifles crashed back in reply. Twigs eye as Kinebik says," suggested flew from the saplings where Malone Garry. The boy’s black eyes glanced at had knelt. But he was already yards his carefully bandaged arm, then away under new cover. “Thank God! That will stop Gar lifted to the faces of the white men ry!” he panted. "There’re three of and his keen face lighted in a “No,” he said to Blaise, them, at least, but they're worried. smile. “this white man saved me from his When Flame shows up there’ll be a dog and bound my arm. He would circus." Again the "craack-craack!” of the not sicken children.” “That’s the lad, Joe Patamish!" raven bludgeoned the silence. Near "There are er now. For a space the stillness applauded Finlay. beat painfully on Malone’s eardrums brains under that mop of hair. Tell as he lay nursing his pistol. Then, him, Blaise, he’s going with us but in the soundless forest lifted a until we're sure he won’t run away, scream that was cut off short as if we’ll have to tie him up. This kid is going to be useful.” steel jaws had clamped on a throat. “He’ll be very useful," he added. Red heard a movement in the brush and, rising, saw a disappear “Now let's get the canoe and the rest of our stuff across this carry.” ing shape. He fired; fired again. But the boy had not finished his There was the “b'rang!" of a Lee- Enfield, the savage challenge of story. As he talked the furrows Flame, then the muffled snarls of a cut deep into Blaise's face. He made a clicking sound with his dog closing with his enemy; Tight ened cries mingling with Garry’s tongue as he gravely shook his head. “What does he say?” demanded commands: "No, Flame! Let him Garry. up Let go, Flame!” “Dere was big fight at de islan'l Malone thrashed back into the’ bush to find Finlay holding the mad Chief Wabistan kech Kinebik and Tete-Blanche wid whiskey for Mon tagnais. Michel Wabistan and two odders was shot. Der is moch trou- bl’ for Chief Wabistan.” “Poor Michel!" said Finlay. "He was a good boy! Well. Mr. Isadore, you’re rolling up the score against yourself!” “Joe Patamish say, al-so," con tinued Blaise, “dat Kinebik make big medicine w'en de August moon is round.” “Red, we'll be there! Now, men, let’s get going!” Through the following night three silent men pushed the Peterboro up Waswanipi bound for their rendez vous with Chief Wabistan. Malone, whose invincible opti mism tolerated no thought of defeat, was deep in dreams of a red-gold head and a pair of laughing eyes back at Matagami. But as their maple blades put mile after mile of the sleeping lake behind them, in the harassed brains of Finlay and Blaise there was small hope of winning out as only through some miracle of chance could they hope to checkmate the red hunters inflamed by Tete-Blanche's whiskey and Kinebik’s magic. Joe Patamish had told them that most of the young men had left the fishing camps and joined Kinebik’s dened airedale away from a young crusade to save the children. Only Indian sprawled on the ground. a handful of Wabistan's relatives "You're all right. Red? They didn't and friends had rallied around the hit you?" cried Garry. "Flame chief. And Finlay realized, bitterly, had this boy down when I reached that if he should manage to hang on him!” until the arrival of the po.'ce plane, Nursing his bitten arm, the young he would be no nearer hi.* goal. He Montagnais lifted frightened eyes to had come to find the men responsi the giant who glared down at him. ble for the disappearance of Bob "It's all right!” soothed Garry. Finlay and the others. He had found "We won't hurt you!” them but he still had no legal proof "Where's Blaise?” demanded of their guilt. And how. with the Red. "I didn't get a clean shot but Montagnais out of control, could he 1 was afraid you'd walk into them, hope to arrest and hold Isadore and so fired anyway to warn you. How Tcte-Blanche even for breach of the many were there?” Indian whiskey law? They'd laugh "This one and two others, I at him. wipe out his party and dis think," replied Finlay, lashing appear, as McNab said, into the Flame to a tree and starting to ex muskeg of the Bitter Water. In his amine the shaking boy who watched message to headquarters he had asked for a police plane by Septem him with the eyes of a dog. "Where are you, Blaise?” called ber first to carry his prisoners south. Malone. "What was that yell?" Red That plane would arrive too late.. found Blaise beside a limp shape Sergeant Garrett Finlay and Consta ble Malone would then be beyond in the brush. "Ah-hah!” Brassard was study need of help. And Lise! What would ing the grimaamg face from which happen to the girl he had promised glazed eyes stared at the sunlit tree to see safe at Matagami—who had stormed into his heart that day on tops. the beach? He choked back a groan "Recognize him?” "Ah-hah! We see heem at de is- i as he thought of the love that had come so strangely into his life. What Ian' at head of lake." would become of Lise? "He’ll drink no more of Tete- They slept all day hidden in the Blanche's whiskey. What was that timber of the point where Wabi scream?" Brassard opened and closed his | stan was to meet them. That night steel fingers in a significant ges a canoe slid into the beach. Finlay ture. "Dat fnllnr run into de old took the old man's bony hand. * “I don’t think you'll come back. Constable Malone, good man as you are! It’s too bad—too bad! Poor Thistle," McNab said "I wanted to be honest with you and tell you. myself." Isadore’s canoe was out of sight when Blaise and the fretting dog stood beside the loaded Peterboro. Near them Finlay talked with Mc Nab of the message leaving for the steel in the morning. Then the stock ade gate opened and Red and Thistle walked slowly toward the shore. Mc Nab turned his head winking hard at the sudden moisture in his eyes. "What a pair!” said Garry. "She’s a lovely girl, McNab. I’ve worked with him for five years, now, and he’s a man, every inch of that six feet three.” "What a pity, Sergeant! If you’d only wait for help—only wait!” Finlay smiled and sihook his head. Walking slowly Red and Thistle ap proached. She was laughing now, laughing up at him through misty eyes. “Just like him!" thought Finlay. They stopped near the canoe and Red had her two hands. She flung back her red-gold head and gazed hungrily into his face while he I • "Come now!” they heard him say. “Chase the clouds out of those blue eyes! I want to see you smile again before I go. Show your dimples. Lady! Laugh just once more for Red!” She caught her breath as she smiled up at him, oblivious of them all, then flung her arms about his neck. "I can't let you go. Red!” she sobbed. "You’ll never come back! They’ll never let you dime back to me!” The others turned away as she clung to him. Later, until the post buildings faded from the sight of those in the canoe, a flutter of white In the clearing marked where a girl waved her farewell. CHAPTER XIV Two days later the canoe had passed through Lake Olga of the chain of large lake s and was on the Quiet Water below the Montagnais camp on the island. "There's the lop-stick spruce Da vid told us to look for!" announced Finlay. "Ah-hah! David say dat chain of lake lie a mile sout* of here." said Blaise. "We portage to de lake and pass round de Indian waitin’ on de riviere, den follow outlet of las' lake to Waswarupl.” In the morning they started pack Ing the canoe and provisions through the spruce, tamarack and Jack pine, spotted with hardwood, to David’s chain of lakes. Blazing a trail as he traveled. Blaise had reached the first lake with a backload and was returning to pack the canoe through with Finlay when he met the sweating Red bowed under three bags of flour. Red went on and shortly saw wa ter shimmering through the trees. He was close to the shore when he heard a movement ahead of him in hardwood scrub. Porcupine, likely, he thought, and kept on. Then dry twigs snapped tn front of him. He lifted his head and looked. Taking deliberate aim with his rille stood an Indian. Malone pivoted on his heels With a twist of his head and lift of his shoulders he dropped his backload as the In- I dian fired There was a thud as tlie bullet struck the rolling top bag With a lunge Red was buried deep in n clump of small tlr The windless forest vibrated with silence. The Indian who had tired on him could not be far but the brush was so thick he could see nothing So Red decided to stalk him. With his heavy pistol in his teeth he hunched foot by foot on his elbows until his range of vision ha t increased to twenty yards Around him lances of sunlight i thrust thi nigh the treetops splash ing the underbrush with gold. Still tile bush was as soundless as a vacuum. Then a squirrel chattered from somewhere in front and Red smiled. “Ah, there you are!" He wormed along in the direction of the sound. Then he stiffened sud denly where he lay. Hack in the forest rose the guttural "craack- , craack!” of the northern raven, i Red’s eyes snapped as he nodded his head. Shortly the croaking was fol lowed by a dismal "kooer-kooerl" "Montagnais. say your prayers!" chuckled Malone! "There’s a cars- jou hunting you' That was no raven! That was Blaise’s signal!" Again R cd inched his way through young flr and hardwood. Hut he saw nothing. Once more the "kooer-kooer!" of tlie raven startled the forest much nearer now and followed by a me tallic "klunk!" But Red could not answer. He was too close to deceive Ind.an ears "They're growing nervous! They don't like that old raven moving tn on their rear He's got them guess ing If 1 could only get a shot. I'd start a stampede.'’ But Red's eyes. Use, hit stepdaughter. Answering an ap peal from Lise, Finlay is ambushed. It develops that they are Mounted Police officers. The party visits McNab, Hud son's Bay trader. Ked falls in love With ThisUe, McNab's daughter. “You have lost your son. I am raven.” The slits of eyes in his granite face glittered. "De raven | sad,” Garry said. “Mv son and my people have left squeeze him wid his claw.” "Pity it wasn't Batoche or Tete- me! Tlie heart of Wabistan is sick. Now his knife is sharp like an ea Blanche!” Garry bandaged the boy's lacerat gle's beak. His gun is loaded.” ed arm while Blaise assured him in “You must cat first,” said Fin Cree that he was safe. Slowly re lay. “then let us talk over our pipes covering from his terror the fifteen beside the fire which is hidden from year old lad told Brassard his story the lake.” in Montagnais. He had been forced As they ate Moise Wabistan and by his older brothers to join the his father gave to Blaise in their party Tcte-Blanche had sent to native tongue the story of their find block the Quiet Water. They had ing Tctc Blanche and Kinebik at a decided that it was a bank beaver Montagnais camp and of the fight they had heard the night they fired that followed on the Teterboro but Isadore had “Dey say.” Interpreted Blaise, returned from Matagami the day “de Montagnais was drunk and before and had doubled the night would not listen w'en dey tell dem guard on the river He. Joe Pa- Kinebik was a false shaman and tamish, and the two men lying there work for Isadore De ole chief start in ttie scrub had packed the canoe for Kinebik wid his knife! Tcte- to the lake that morning to hunt ! Blanche shoot Michel and dere was moose. When they saw freshly cut ver' bad time. Dere was too many birch on the shore, they had landed ' man for Wabistan and bis Iran' and found Brassard's bags and foot to tight and dey leave." prints. So they had decided to am Ill» BI COM IM ID) ALL FOR THE BEST prune " s ^ uffle 246 CALS Apathy has flown the coop. 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