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SYNOPSIS. Cur. Ttnnmim i ,.
Paul St. Claire art trailing the i
trrnationul erook, Igor Karakhan.
into the Canadian Northweat. At
Russian Lake, Curt and Paul have
readied Sonya Sicholt from a hat
breed; Sonya has told Curt ot the
Kloaohee Indiana, remnant of a
fine tribe that now hidea in the
Lilluar mountatna. Cult if puttied
hu Bonja'a faint accent, and a lit
tie offended when eho laehea out at
i him tor rejoicing in the downfall
j cf the Homanoffe.
Chapter It
THE THREAT
J A LITTLE aftar dark, when Curt
and Paul war Ittlng on a chop
ping block talking over their plana
jfor that night, old John Faxton
came walking Into the glow ot their
jcampflre,
I "Hare a seat, John," Curt ta
inted, standing up and ottering his
town placa on the block.
He wanted a talk with Paxton,
for the guileless old fellow was a
mine ot Information. He wai famll-
iar with everybody at Russian Lake,
new every river and range be
tween there and the Yukon. The
'Kloaoheea kept all other wbltea out
of the Lllluan, but kindly old John
ran his fur path unmolested.
I His tent was pitched close to the
canoe pier, and bis eight sleek
huskies were chained along the
landwash there, each staked sep-
i vd gut come butt In? Dal not
jour woomans."
''Well no, but she wasn't yours
either, friend," Curt pointed out. He
added patiently: "Now let me show
you something. Suppose my part
ner and I hadn't come over there.
The girl would have reported you to
the Yellowatrlpes. Boon or late
they'd have got you. This country
Isn't big enough to bold yon or any
body else that they really go after.
IX yon look at tola right, we saved
you from well, the penalty for
what you tried Is hanging."
The ugly word made the man
Jerk. In the dark Curt could feel the
man glaring at him with an animal
lab hatred. He kept an eye on the
fellow and loosened the automatic
In bis pocket. From experience
with that sort, he knew, he bad
made a vicious enemy. .
"Damn fools w'at come nose Into
not delr beeiness," the Indian
growled, "dey sometam mebbe git
catched onder a pile of rocks back
In de woods somew'ere."
Curt's patience snapped. He
stopped paddling, tapped on the
gunwale.
"See here, you, If you try any
rifle talk with my partner or me.
you'd better make your first shot
goodl Hug your grudge If you want
to, but If I catch you as much as
Curt played a Volga folksong.
arately, each with Its cool burrow
dug Into the turf. Instead of let
ting bis dogs starve through the
summer as others did, he kept a
gill net anchored near the Islets
and caught fish for his team every
day.
' "Don't git up for me," he bade
;Curt. "I Jlst stepped over to say
they's goln' to be a leetle potlatch
at my camp In about twenty mlntts.
jRalph an' Sonya an' Father Lespe
nce an' others'll be there, an' I flg
gered you b'ys might like to J'ln us,
beln' sorta strangers here."
Curt accepted eagerly. That camp
flre, where be would meet people
and learn things, was an opportu
nity made to order. And he would
get to see Sonya Nichols again, a
last time probably, since she was
leaving the next day.
Old John went back to his camp.
While Paul busle'- himself making
a spruce-tip mattress tor their sleep
ing pokes. Curt leaned against the
cache sapling and looked out upon
the dark lake, not thinking about
his hunt for Igor Karakhan but
about Sonya Nichols' flashing eyes
land the Imperious toss of her head
as she read him the riot act
"Our marooned friend over on the
Island stands to get a soaking to
night," Paul broke Into his thoughts.
jaa a distant mutter ot thunder
rolled out ot the western mountatna.
"He deserves worse, that ape. Ton
herald have let me shoot him."
Hurt straightened up. He had for
cotten all about the man. "I sup
pose you're right, Paul. But still,
he was so drunk be wasn't alto
gether responsible. I didn't think
about this storm coming on, I ought
to go and bring him back."
SLIPPING bis flash snd automatic
Into bis pocket, be stepped down
to the lend wash, launched the canoe
and headed acrosa for the Islands.
He found the right channel with
out dimculty and ncsed down
through It to the Island of dead
pines. At his ball the 'breed came
out to the boaeh. Curt explained,
told blm to get In, and shoved oft.
, On the way back be suggested,
"What d'you say, friend! let's bury
what happened this evening."
. The 'breed seemed to hare been
.waiting for him to say something,
(for he biased out: "W'at beesness
looking cross-eyed at that girl again
you'll be the one to get cached
under a pile ot rocks, and I don't
mean maybe."
They skirled on ashore. With s
low sinister oath by way ot good
bye the 'breed stalked off Into the
dark.
CURT went up to the tent, where
Paul was tuning his guitar
Taking a can ot clgarettea and a box
of chocolate squares as their con
trlbutlon, they stepped out the path
to old John's "glt-toglther."
The company had already gath
ered.
Curt pulled a log close to the pack
ing box for himself and Paul, and
sat down, trying to be as Inconspic
uous as possible so that he could
watch and listen. Somebody In that
company might be Igor Kaiakhan's
contact man. A word, a glance, a
stray little slip might give him a
clue.
He glanced sow and then at
Sonya, who sat near him, with the
firelight shining In her clear eyes
and the glow ol It tangled In her
hair. She bad looked up and nodded
when he and Paul came, but she did
not speak, and he believed that she
had cast blm Into the outer dark
ness because ot bis good word for
the Leninists.
With no factual reason for think
ing so, Curt told himself that Sonya
Nichols had known stormy experi
ences In her lite, experience! which
bad left their mark on her. They
had given her maturity and strength
of character, but they had robbed
her of any lightness ot heart
Tho question of her nationality
still troubled blm, and he deter
mined to settle It once and for all.
Reaching for Paul'a guitar, be
plucked a chord or two, and then
started a Volga folksong, the only
Russian piece he knew. Heada be
gan swaying, moccasins tapping.
Watching Sonya, Curt saw that the
old melody had cuught her too. He
met her eye, smiled at her, nodded:
and she began singing softly. As b
listened to the strange words which
came so aaturally from her lips
Curt's last doubt went glimmering
Russian, she waal
rcopyrigar. lilt, William B. Mow try)
Tomorrow, Curt aota en Hnsx
pootod apology
PHOENIX THIMBLE CLUB
MEETING IS POSTPONED
PHOENIX, De. 1 (Spl.l There
will be no meeting of the Thimble
elub ol Oak circle this week, aa this
meeting would come on Friday, fol
lowing Thankeglvlng, and the two
hoattMoa are iinablo to have tt at
their home on thot time. Tho meet
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and the place end hoeteeoea will be
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MORE SATISFACTION
CANT DE BOUGHT
FOOD BY TONS TO
FILL NAVY MESS
IONO BEACH, Cel. (CP) Tons of
food are used dally In feeding the
personnel ot the United States fleet
quartered In Faclflo waters.
Recently In a single day 170,000
pounds ot perishable foods were
moved across the decks of the navy
landing here and were transported
to ahlpa'oifshore. This 135 tons was
exclusive of canned provisions.
Chief Storekeeper W. F. Burnett
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total 1000 tons.
The majority of these stores ere
purchased from merchants In the
Long Beach-San Pedro business area.
Broken windows glased
Trowbridge Cabinet Works.
Phone 84J. we will haul away youi
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LOfl ANOELES: (OP) An authen
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to the streets of Los Angeles should
plena approved by the Los Angeles
planning commission material He.
George L. Eastman, former presi
dent of the Loe Angeles chamber of
commerce, obtained the approval of
the commission of plans to build
a new Chinatown here, modeled ex
actly after the original Oriental
architecture.
The Chinese chamber of com
merce it behind the movement, be
hoving the village would become
an outstanding attraction for tour
ists. An architect has been sent to
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