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PAGE SIX MEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE, ItfEDFORD, OREGON; WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 13, 1933. it 41 ill' II UIILLI V 1L.L.L. I tnAAA RllHMA fTlYlltOhlL BYNOPSlBt Ourt Tennyeon and Paul Bt. Clair are hot on the trail of loor Karatcnan. tvealtny crook. Paddling up the Lllluar into the territory of the dangerous ttloeo hee Indians, they overtake Sonya . and Ralph Stchole. Eonua ie on a mysterious mteaion ana ie diere parding the peril in which ehe finds herself. Curt ie much interested in Sonya. and determinee to help her. They eecape an ambuecade by the lndtane. and camp on an ieland. Curt heare suspicious duck calle out of the darkness. Chapter 23 NIGHT ATTACK rMFTY yards away a canoe stopped a. and hovered motionless. A Qu art stood up In It and stared down toward the Island. For perhaps fire minutes the craft horered there. Then It slowly backed away, blurred to nothingness, disappeared. "Spying out our camp!" Curt breathed to himself. Gradually the pink glow faded from the mountain peaks. A big cloud bove In sight over tbe eastern range. Curt watched It anxiously, afraid It would come on west and blot out the aoooa, and plunge the lake Into darkness Just when he and Paul might have to beat off an at tack. Moccaalncd footsteps came up the west land wash. Paul, he thought. A moving blur shaped Itself to a hu man figure. ., Then he saw It was not Paul. A dozen steps away tbe figure (topped, looked around tor him. "Sonya," be called quietly. She came on to the little barri cade. "Is one allowed to talk to the guard?" she asked whimsically. She crouched down with him. "1 brought you one of my blankets and a tlncup of coffee. I raked enough sand off the fire to heat this, but 1 didn't ex pos the coals." Curt squeezed her hand. "It was weet of you all the trouble, dear. But you'd better take tbe blanket. Tbls mountain air gots chilly when : a person Isn't moving around." He put the blanket about ber shoulders. "Thanks, Curt. The air does have a bite Id l-" She did not free ber band or ob ject to his endearin word. Her near ness and that shock of golden-brown balr so close to bis shoulder almost robbed him of Ms restraint. "Tired?" be asked gently. "A little." He put bis arm around ber and made her snuggle against him. "Isn't that better, dear?" "Lots, Curtl" But tbon she caught herself up and admitted more cau tiously, "1 mean lots better than tbe cold rocks." ' Ills Hps touched ber hair, her fore head. "Sonya, look up at me." "Don't,' Curt please " whisper of protest from her as he sought her lips. She would not al low blm. "Dear, you must not." She reached up her hand and touched bis hair, running ber fingers over It, "Curt, you've been so good, you're ao unselfish and genorous I'd bate myself If 1 caused you any pain." "Pain to me? Why Sonya, you couldn't do that!" "But I could! You'll want me you do even now, Curt to be more than a friend; and 1 don't can't Oh, 1 wish we could continue to be Just the good friends we have been." CURT started r little. " 'Can'tr " ha repeated. "Do you mean that we that I can't be more tban a friend?" "Please Curt, I'd rather not talk about IU" "Yoii've never told me anything at all about yourself. I don't even know your name, your real name." "Does that mattor?" "Or where you came from, or where you're going when this trip's nded. Is that fair, Sonya?" "It's grossly unfair. I've treated you unfairly all along, Curt But I can't help myself. When this trip Is over, maybe ther 1 can afford to be honest. I don't blame you tor ask ing questions, but ... 1 think I'll go back to the rocks down there." "Please don't," Curt begged. She leaned ber tired head back against bis shoulder, but Curt felt ah was far away from him. alone with ber own thoughts. He seemed shut out by a granite wall of aloof ness. For days be bad been vaguely aware of some barrier between them: now he toll It forcibly and unmistakably. "Can't" had she really meant that portentous little word? Moccaslned footsteps again, quick footsteps, very near the sentry box. 8onya hastily treed herself, and draw apart from Curt. "Here, Paul." . The young Canadian came up to them. "A party Just landed on the SCRIBBLED NOIE willow Island. They lifted out four canoes, and they're over In that brush." Tbe news startled Curt. j "Only four canoes?" he asked. "Only four. I think tbey are carry ing two men apiece. One turned broadside to the moon's reflection and I saw It d!st.nctly. It carried Just two." "That means we've only got eight men to deal with. Those eight we saw today. We ought to stand them off without much trouble." After a few moments' thought, be directed: "You go back to your post, Paul. It they start across, try to stop 'em by shooting over their heads. If they keep coming on, ricochet your bul lets through their canoes. 1'U stay here and watch tor others. They may be planning to box us from two sides. If that party over there Is the only one, I'll help you turn 'em around and head 'em the other way." When Paul had left, be suggested: "I'd better take you back to the boulders, Sonya. It's safer there. We'll likely have some swift work for a minute or two." "I'd rather stay here, If you'll let me. I can help, too. If It comes to a real fight." Her band crept Inside her blouse, and came out with some black metalllo object. Curt saw it was a small automatic a little purse-size thing, but nevertheless an effective weapon for close work. Once on a portage when he bad lifted ber down from a pile of windfall he bad felt something hard beneath ber blouse. It must have been this same gun. She must carry It with her all tbe time now.. r ON THE willow Island he saw nothing, heard nothing. The minutes dragged by Interminably. He almost wished the fight would start Anything was better than waiting, waiting. The big cloud bad drifted on out from the eastern range till It was only a little distance from the moon. But a strong up-current from the valley had seized It and It hovered uncertainly, sending out feathery wisps this way and that. Down toward tbe camp a patter ing noise suddenly arose. It sounded as though the tents and canoes were being pelted with small stones. Sonya touched bis arm. "Curt, what's that?" Arrows! They're shooting up our camp. You see, they expeciea to kill or wound part of us before we got out of our blankets." Why," Sonya ' gasped, "you must've known that's wby you made us stay away from the tents!" "I didn't know they'd do It, but J 1 suspected they might, so I played safe." The patter of arrows kept up for two or three minutes, then stopped. "Maybe they think they killed us all or that we sneaked away before they got here," Sonya suggested. That's an Idea. I'd better let 'em know we're still around, or tbey might come across to Investigate." He culled down to Paul, using the Jargon so that the Klosohees would understand: Are the mosquitoes bad ther with you, friend? It seems to me that a whole fock of them are bus- zing out of those wll'.ows yonder." Paul took the hint and answered. with a scornful laugh: "They are bad, yes; but their bussing does not annoy me much. Tbey are nothing tor a man to worr. about," At the two voices, the Klosohees let loose a storm of darts. The at tack would have worn Itself out harmlessly It the two guides had obeyed orders. But Francois Jab bored something In excited voice to Jacku. An Instant later tbelr heavy bear" Winchesters split the silence with a blaring Itroom. I uver on me isiana a man eriea out, the long-drawn cry of a man hard hit. Curt sprang tc his feet. "You damned crazy loons! stop that shooting or I'll come down there and sboot you!" They did break off, then. Re thought his threat bad stopped them, but he found out later that Paul had eprung back to tbe rock nest and disarmed them at the point of his gun. About twenty minutes afterward Paul cam's walking up the land wash. "Clone?" Curt asked. "Yoa They're over on the main land by now." The good news left Curt cold. Th crnzy bang-banging of those two cowardly 'breeds had exploded bis last hope of making friends with that band. ICopvrtoht nil, William B. Uowery) Tomorrow Curt osres for s badly woundtd man. WASHINGTON. Dec. 13. (AP) It was only an 11-word message, scrib bled with a stub of pencil on a crumpled telegraph blank, but the District of Columbia supreme court today ruled It was worth nearly tO, 000. The message read: "Minnie Keyes: You have been good to me. All is yours." Here's the story. Leonard A. Ham ilton, s taciturn man, boarded with Minnie Keyes at her home here for 30 years. Last March 12 a doctor told blm he had only 34 hours to live. The message was his will, snd two friends who visited him Just be fore he died were witnesses. Miss Keyes found the crumpled paper wrapped around a stub of a pencil under the mattress. She al most threw It away, but didn't. JOB IN DISGUST LOWELL, Mass., Dee. 13. (UP) The entire NRA compliance board or Lowell resigned today in a letter to General Hugh 8. Johnson at Wash ington which the board charged that "effective and prompt enforcement of tbe NRA Is not desired either by the state recovery board or by the authorities at Washington." The seven members of the board. Including U. S. Commissioner Rich ard B. Walsh, chairman, signed tbe resignation, copies of which were sent to Edward A. Fllene, Boston merchant and head of the Massachusetts re covery board and John C. Donohoe, chairman of the Middlesex county re covery board. 1 Dance at the Rogue Elk Saturday night, December 33. Picture frames made to order. D. Ross Co., 23 8. Grape. S'MATTER PO? By C. M. 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