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© By Harold Titus
CHAPTER I
MOKE filled ids eyes and his
throat. Heat, so Intense that
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It seemed to be fluid, poured over
them. The sound of the speeder’s
motor and the clatter of its wheels
on the uneven rails wus almost
drowned in tire raging voice of the
fire; and Tod, an arm around him.
holding him close as tliey rocked
and swayed down the grade, was
trembling.
But he wasn't going to cry, even
If he was more scared than he ever
had been In his seven years of ex
perience. Not much, he wasn’t!
He hugged the precious letter-file
with old Jack’s pay-roll In it closer,
and tried to look ahead; and when
he saw living flames from the burn
ing cars of chemical wood swept
across the track like a curtain, he
threw himself flat and squeezed ills
eyes shut and held his breath, and
did not complain with so much as
a grunt when Tod’s big body,
sprawling suddenly over his small
one, made his ribs bend out of
shape. No, sir! This was no time
to act like a baby!
Headquarters was going, sure
enough, but they were getting good
old Jack's money out to safety.
That was his Job: to help save
good old Jack from going bust.
When you’ve got a Job like that,
for a man like that, you can’t let
on you’re scared, can you? No;
not even at seven, you can’t!
He had been outside the office,
standing in the deserted camp
clearing, staring off up the road
which Jack and the crew had taken
before daylight, and where the
cook had Just gone with dinner
for the fire-lighters, when the book
keeper called to him.
“Listen, Kerry,” Tod had said.
“I want you to sit right here un
til I call you or come back. Wind’s
getting worse."
His big, ordinarily good-natured
face was white, and fine beads of
moisture pricked out above his eye
brows.
“Sure,” said Kerry Young, and
swallowed, his heart going faster
with Tod looking so scared.
“Now, listen, careful. I took the
payroll out of the cash drawer,
see! It’s In this letter-file — this
one, right here." He laid his hand
on the brown box on top of the
safe. Another file was on the desk,
and more on a shelf above it; but
Tod put his hand right on that
special one. ‘T’m goln’ out to scout
around. If anything happens, It
may happen fast. The speeder’s
right on the track, now—right by
the water-tank, there. If I yell, you
bring the file and come a-runnin*.
Understand that?”
"Sure, Tod," said Kerry, and
swallowed again, even if his mouth
was drier than ever.
“Good boy! Everybody's got to
do his part, time like this.”
He went out, then, and Kerry-
sat down on a chair with his
breath flattery in his throat. Re
sponsibility sat heavily on his small
shoulders, but he'd do just what
Tod had told him to do. That pay
roll was old Jack’s money, and he'd
break his neck to help old Jack,
he would' Good old Jack, who
had found him In the house the
day before his mother died, and
got the doctor and did all that he
could do, and who, after It was all
over and be was alone, brought
him to camp. That had been win
ter before last, and It looked as If
he was going to stay with Jack
forever. He certainly hoped so.
Nobody in the world could be so
kind to a little boy who bad nc-
body else to look out for him as
could old Jack, and breaking your
neck for a man like that would be
little enough to do.
Jack had been so worried since
the fire started, day before yester
day ! He bail been In town when
it came tip. and had come back,
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driving the engine himself, snak
ing the empties over the steel fit
to shake the stakes out.
The crew was on tlie fire then,
of course, and old Jack's voice,
generally so good-natured, was
sharp as a knife when he ques
tioned Tod who was telephoning
fur more wnrdens. Jack stuffed
the payroll money Into the safe as
lie talked, and then, telling Tod
certain things to do ail In one
breath, he jumped into the waiting
buckhoard and galloped to the
southward, where a mile-wlde front
of slash lire advanced toward
camp.
Kerry waked up when Jack came
in that night. Their room was next
the office, with a big bed and a lit
tle one; and he lay in his little one
and looked through the open door
way and saw Jack standing by the
desk, shirt all scorched, hair
singed, talking lowly to Tod. It
was bad, he said. He’d brought
“Kid, Which File Did You Bring?”
half the crew in to get some rest;
he’d turn In himself and try to
catch a wink, because with all that
chopping afire, tomorrow was go
ing to be hell itself. . . .
And tomorrow was, with the tel
ephone ringing and help from town
coming through all day, and the
smoke thick and thicker.
But at breakfast this morning,
eaten before the first crack of
dawn, Jack had said:
“We got an even break, now.
We'd ought to hold her, but you
never can tell. Why, yesterday,
some of them damn’ birch stubs got
burnln’ clean to the top, ’nd I’ll
bet they was throwin’ live brands
half a mile ahead of ’em."
“And they might go further than
that,” Tod West commented.
They might, another said; not
likely, but still they might and
then Jack pulled Tod to one side
where nobody but Kerry could hear
and said:
"Since this thing broke I’ve
thought no more about pay-roll
than the boys have about pay day.
Shows I’m gettln' old. You’ll be
here. Tod. Somebody with a head
on ’em's got to stay by the tele
phone again. • It ain’t likely she’ll
get away from us. If she does, It
ain't likely she’ll get clean to camp
In a hurry. But if anything should
happen, you get that pay-roll into
town. Silver's all right, but It's
mostly bills and bills’d burn sure
in that old safe of mine.”
“Tliey sure would,” agreed Tod.
Then Jack had looked at Kerry.
“Be good boy, son!” he said
cheerily, as If he were only going
out on tlie job and not to a fire
line. “Be good boy,”—and tweaked
Kerry’s ear playfully.
"And him,” he said to Tod, sud
WNU Service.
denly sober and Jerking his head
at tlie lad. "Twenty-two hunderd.
small as It Is, ’d bust me right now.
so get that out if anything pops.
But him ... If you get a chance,
send him Into town anyways." . .
So Kerry knew that Jack thought
more of him than he did of going
bust.
He sat there a long time, feeling
Important. It wasn’t much that
lie could do for Jack ever, but
now, watching that file, he knew
that If fire should come Into camp
he’d grab that box and get to the
speeder faster than he had ever
gotten anywhere before In hls life.
He rose finally and looked through
the window toward the water tank
where the speeder waited.
Tod
West was just then coming up
from the alders along the creek,
looking around In a funny way.
as if lie expected to see somebody
or something alarming;
When, only minutes later, he
heard Tod bawling Ills name, ills
heart went tilppety-flop and almost
choked him.
“Kerry! . . . Kerry! . . . A-run-
nln’, Kerry!”
And he was running desperately,
hugging the file against his belly.
He threw a look to hls left where
a streamer of thick, white smoke
was coming up to mingle with the
blue liaze which had been drifting
through camp for three days. Brush
was oil fire south of the barn.
Tod began trying to save the
cook shanty and Kerry wondered
why he didn't throw water on the
office, which was in greater danger,
but Tod, too, was terribly excited.
“She's goln’ 1” Tod yelled. "Old
office’s goln’, Kerry 1" His voice
was funny, for all the world as
though he were glad because the
office was being licked by hungry
fast-devouring flames.
He did not start away at once.
He stood there priming the motor
slowly, spilling gasoline, because
hls hands shook so much. He kept
hls eyes on the office where flames
were licking at the roof, eating
Into the liewn log sides.
“She's goln', Kerry!” he said and
gave a queer laugh which made
the boy wonder If grown men, also,
sometimes laughed when they fell
like crying.
He glanced at Kerry, then, and
at the letter-file and licked hls
lips.
“Sure you got the right one?"
he asked.
"Tlie one you told me,”—stout
ly. “We’d better haul, hadn't we?"
"Just a minute, now I”
He waited, standing there and
watching while a part of the of
flee roof tumbled in. Only then
did he shove the speeder ahead un-
til the motor caught and coughed.
And then they were zooming past
the siding, and he screamed from
the heat that beat upon him; op
ened his throat and yelled and
writhed against the weight of Tod’s
body. Then, suddenly, the torture
was past and he wus half sitting
up and they were hitting It down
the grade.
Then he felt better and they
were clicking over the switch
points and here was town and the
motor stopped and Tod West was
calling out to somebody with a lot
more excitement than he had
shown back at camp that Jack’s
headquarters were burning.
A group quickly gathered, mostly
old men and boys, because the best
man power of town was out on the
fire line, and they followed Tod
and Kerry across the street to the
bank.
They crowded Into the bank and
a man rose from his desk behind
the counter.
“Jack's headquarters are gone,’’
said Tod. handing the file to the
man. “But we brought in the pay
roll. Did my damnedest to save
something of camp but I was alone.
Kerry, here, lugged the money out
of the office Just In time.”
“That’s fine,” said the banker,
pressing the catch of the file.
“That's sure lucky! I happen to
know that If Jack should lose—”
He stopped short, then, and Tod
leaned forward and the others
pressed up close, attracted by the
look on West’s face, likely. It was
a look that even a seven-year-old
boy would notice.
“Why,” the banker said, "why,
Tod, it’s empty 1”
A moment of terrific silence fol
lowed and then Tod looked down at
Kerry and said In a queer, un
friendly way:
“Kid, which file did you bring?”
The boy swallowed, with a new
sort of thrill running his small
frame.
“Why," lie said, “why, I fetched
. . . You told me the one on the
safe, Tod I"
The bookkeeper swore slowly un
der his breath and looked at the
banker.
“Good God, I trusted him!” he
said In a whisper.
The other clicked Ills tongue.
•’Oli-h!” he said, long-drawn. “But
lie's only a little boy,” he added
and slapped the file shut “That
surely is going to be tough for
Jack 1”
Kerry’s knees were shaking and
there seemed to be a vacant place
In his middle.
“Tod, what's the matter?" he
asked shrilly. "Tod, is the money
back yonder? Did it burn up, Tod?"
And then, summoning all his vigor,
“Tod, I done Just what you told
me 1”
West shook his head. “No, you
didn't understand," he said In a
moan. “You didn't understand, and
the. money’s burned sure as heli
Hof/in it now____
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and ... My God, boys, It's my
fault 1”
Someone said: “It ain’t your
fault. Tod. The kid, he got rat
tled."
Another said: “It’ll be all day
with old Jack nowI"
They all looked at the boy and
he knew they were blaming him.
All but Tod. Tod did not look bls
way; there was something funny
about Tod’s eyes.
His nostrils smarted and a lump
swelled in his throat suddenly. A
helpless feeling ran his bones and
a sense of having been put-upon,
abused, outraged. Jack had gone
bust because bls pay - roll was
burned up but he had done Just as
he had been told to do. . . .
And before he knew what he
was doing, he was sobbing Just
that:
“I fetched the one you told me!
I did! I did!”
lie got that far before his sobs
choked him and he slunk to a cor
ner, burying his face in his arms.
Old Jack was bust and they said It
was because he got rattled when
he had done as he'd been told and
tried his best to help 1
CHAPTER II
RAINED toward evening and
I He T Jack
Snow got to town at dusk.
had heard about his camp, of
course, but lie had not lie.-rd about
the loss of. his pay-roll. And when
they told him he said nothing fo.'.
perhaps, a quarter of a minute but
in those seconds he aged. Before,
men had called him Old Jack be
cause they loved him. . . After
ward, he was an old man, in fact.
The first thing he said after he
knew the worst that had happened
referred to Kerry. He looked at
the boy and winked and managed a
sort of grin and said: “But you’re
all right, son!" as if that were all
he would admit as being of any Im
portance.
And after that he said but lit
tle for days. He appeared to lis
ten when people talked but If he
heard he seldom answered prop
erly.
Once he said to Kerry, when they
were alone In their room at the
mill boarding house:
"Tough, to let a coupla thousand
bust you. . . . But it was that
dost.”
He managed to rustle enough to
pay off the crew; that Is, those
who would take what they had
coming.
He began to be feverish and
talked at night in his sleep, holding
the little boy close In his arms
while the tremors ran through him.
Tod Wdst came to say good-bye
and declared again that It was his
fault, that he should have fetched
the letter-file himself.
Jack roused from his lethargy.
“Fault, hell?” he snorted and spit,
the way he used to do.
“You
ddne your damnedest, both of
you I”
(TO BE CONTINUED)