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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it -under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this -eBook or online at <a -href="http://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a>. If you are not -located in the United States, you'll have to check the laws of the -country where you are located before using this ebook.</p> -<p class="pg">Title: Dick Kent, Fur Trader</p> -<p class="pg">Author: Milo Milton Oblinger</p> -<p class="pg">Release Date: June 1, 2016 [eBook #52207]</p> -<p class="pg">Language: English</p> -<p class="pg">Character set encoding: UTF-8</p> -<p class="pg">***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DICK KENT, FUR TRADER***</p> -<p> </p> -<h3 class="pg">E-text prepared by<br /> - Stephen Hutcheson, Rod Crawford, Dave Morgan,<br /> - and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team<br /> - (http://www.pgdp.net)</h3> -<p> </p> -<hr class="full" /> -<p> </p> -<p> </p> -<p> </p> - -<div class="img"> -<img id="coverpage" src="images/cover.jpg" alt="Dick Kent, Fur Trader" width="500" height="728" /> -</div> -<div class="img"> -<img src="images/icover.jpg" alt="Dick Kent, Fur Trader" width="500" height="742" /> -</div> -<div class="img"> -<img src="images/p1.png" alt="Dick, happening to glance through the window, drew back suddenly with a cry of surprise. (Page 70)" width="500" height="759" /> -<p class="caption">Dick, happening to glance through the window, drew back suddenly with a cry of surprise. (<a href="#Page_70">Page 70</a>)</p> -</div> -<div class="box"> -<h1>Dick Kent, -<br />Fur Trader</h1> -<p class="tbcenter">By MILTON RICHARDS</p> -<p class="center small">AUTHOR OF -<br />“Dick Kent with the Mounted Police” -<br />“Dick Kent in the Far North” -<br />“Dick Kent with the Eskimos” -<br />“Dick Kent and the Malemute Mail”</p> -<div class="img" id="p2"> -<img src="images/p2.jpg" alt="Logo" width="200" height="217" /> -</div> -<p class="center">THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY -<br /><span class="small">Akron, Ohio</span> <span class="hst"><span class="small">New York</span></span></p> -<p class="csmaller">Copyright MCMXXVII -<br />THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY -<br /><i>Made in the United States of America</i></p> -</div> -<h2>Contents</h2> -<dl class="toc"> -<dt class="jr"><span class="jl"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span></span> <span class="small">PAGE</span></dt> -<dt><span class="cn">I </span><a href="#c1">Blind Man’s Pass</a> 3</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">II </span><a href="#c2">Dick Plays the Part of a Spy</a> 13</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">III </span><a href="#c3">Sergeant Richardson’s Theory</a> 24</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">IV </span><a href="#c4">Two Encounters in One Day</a> 33</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">V </span><a href="#c5">A Midnight Conference</a> 44</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">VI </span><a href="#c6">Murky Takes a Hand</a> 56</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">VII </span><a href="#c7">Wandley’s Post</a> 69</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">VIII </span><a href="#c8">The Ambuscade</a> 82</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">IX </span><a href="#c9">The Meeting Place</a> 91</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">X </span><a href="#c10">The First Prisoner</a> 105</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XI </span><a href="#c11">An Unexpected Setback</a> 116</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XII </span><a href="#c12">The Outlaws’ Cabin</a> 124</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XIII </span><a href="#c13">A Scout returns</a> 133</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XIV </span><a href="#c14">Following the Pack-train</a> 142</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XV </span><a href="#c15">The Corporal Upbraids Himself</a> 152</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XVI </span><a href="#c16">Murky Nichols!</a> 162</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XVII </span><a href="#c17">Dick Goes to the Rescue</a> 172</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XVIII </span><a href="#c18">A Dusky Friend</a> 181</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XIX </span><a href="#c19">A Game of Hide-and-seek</a> 190</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XX </span><a href="#c20">The Invalid</a> 198</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XXI </span><a href="#c21">Campfire Smoke</a> 207</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XXII </span><a href="#c22">Murky’s Confession</a> 213</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XXIII </span><a href="#c23">Back at Fort Good Faith</a> 222</dt> -</dl> -<div class="pb" id="Page_3">3</div> -<h1 title="">DICK KENT, FUR TRADER</h1> -<h2 id="c1">CHAPTER I -<br /><span class="small">BLIND MAN’S PASS</span></h2> -<p>Dick Kent, bronzed by exposure to wind and -sun, leaned over the rough pine table in the trading -room of Factor MacClaren at Fort Good Faith and -listened intently to the conversation being carried on -at that particular moment between Murky Nichols, -prospector and gentleman of parts, and Corporal -Rand of the Mackenzie River detachment of the -Royal North West Mounted Police. On the paper -in front of them, torn from a convenient packing -case, were a number of irregular lines, dots and -scrawls, which had been placed there with the aid of -the stub of a lead pencil, held awkwardly in the -hands of the big prospector.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_4">4</div> -<p>“I want to show yuh,” Nichols explained eagerly, -“jus’ where I think ol’ Daddy McInnes crossed the -Dominion Range. He travelled east an’ then south -until he got to Placer Lake, goin’ through what the -Indians call Blind Man’s Pass. There ain’t no other -way he could o’ got through, sick an’ worn out like -he was. That pass must come out on this side of -the range somewhere near where yuh picked up his -body.”</p> -<p>Corporal Rand drummed softly on the table and -regarded Murky’s animated face with thoughtful -interest.</p> -<p>“Sounds reasonable,” he commented. “In fact, -that’s exactly the way I had it figured out myself. -Blind Man’s Pass must be something more than a -myth—a mere Indian legend. McInnes got through -some way, travelling along a fairly well defined, not -too difficult trail. No man can walk over Dominion -Range, neither can he crawl under it. Yet McInnes -came through. I have conclusive proof of that. -But where is Blind Man’s Pass?”</p> -<p>“It’s there somewhere,” Nichols declared doggedly.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_5">5</div> -<p>“Certainly. I agree with you, Murky.” The -mounted policeman took the pencil from the prospector’s -hand and drew a straight line near the center -of the map. “This line,” he pointed out—Dick -thought a little impatiently—“represents a distance -of thirty miles. The country is rough, broken, -almost inaccessible along its entire length. Somewhere -within that thirty miles is a narrow opening, -probably not more than fifty, a hundred or two hundred -feet wide, which forms one end of what is -called Blind Man’s Pass. Now how are you going -to find it? There are a thousand different openings, -all more or less alike. Attempt to follow any one of -them, and you end up against a solid rock wall. -You go back and start all over again somewhere else—and -with the same result. I spent two weeks out -there, going through the same stupid performance -day after day. Only infinite patience or fool’s luck -will lead you to the right opening.”</p> -<p>So interested had Dick Kent become that presently -he crowded closer to the two men and began staring -at the paper himself. Exactly what were they trying -to do? What were they talking about? Who was -McInnes, and why all this bother about a fabled trail -through the mountains no one seemed to know anything -about? He was interrupted in his train of -thought by the next statement of the mounted policeman:</p> -<p>“McInnes had been dead more than a week when -I found him. You could see the poor devil had -been half-starved and had suffered every sort of -hardship and privation. How he had managed to -stagger along with that heavy load is more than I -can imagine.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_6">6</div> -<p>“Too bad ol’ Daddy has passed,” Murky sighed -regretfully. “I ’member seeing him one time ’bout -three years ago over in the Goose Lake country. -Might’ fine ol’ man he was, an’ a good trapper, folks -said. Never failed to bring in a good catch ever’ -spring—mostly fox, marten an’ beaver—an’ he got -top prices ’cause he knew how to cure his fur—all -prime, A-Number-1 stuff it was. He had a knack, -almost amountin’ to genius for locatin’ black and -cross fox an’ then gettin’ ’em to walk plump into his -traps.” Nichols paused to gaze reminiscently out of -the window and to smile to himself. “Couldn’t beat -him that particular way, no, sir. A big catch ever’ -year—fortune for most men; yet Daddy allers complained -that he wa’n’t gettin’ nothin’ atall, that he -was either gonna quit or cross the Dominion Range, -where trappin’ was a hull lot better.”</p> -<p>“You’re right about the black fox skins,” remarked -Corporal Rand, pushing the paper aside. -“In the pack I found beside the body, there were -eight of the shiniest, loveliest black pelts I’ve ever -looked upon.”</p> -<p>“An’ he came through Blind Man’s Pass,” mused -Murky. “The clever ol’ coot. Too bad he didn’t -live to tell about it.”</p> -<p>Dick had edged still closer. His eyes were shining -with interest. He reached over and touched the -sleeve of the corporal’s scarlet tunic.</p> -<p>“Pardon me, Corporal Rand—but I’ve been eavesdropping. -You don’t mind, I hope.”</p> -<p>The mounted policeman turned quickly and smiled -into the eager face.</p> -<p>“Certainly not, you’re welcome to any information -or nonsense you may have heard. Isn’t that the -truth, Murky?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_7">7</div> -<p>“It sure is.”</p> -<p>“And may I ask you a question?” Dick persisted.</p> -<p>“Yes,” smiled Rand.</p> -<p>“What is Blind Man’s Pass?”</p> -<p>“A reality or a legend—I’m not sure which. Outside -of Daddy McInnes I’d say it was a legend. We -used to laugh at the old tales about it. The Indians -claimed that years and years ago one of their ancestors -had discovered a long, narrow pass or defile that -cut Dominion range somewhere due west of here. -In 1895 a party of mounted police explorers investigated -the story by making a very careful, painstaking -search through all the country lying between Cauldron -Lake and Summit River. Nothing came of it. -The party decided that the tale was a myth. Blind -Man’s Pass was, until a few weeks ago, a bye-word -among all the white men living in this section.”</p> -<p>Corporal Rand paused and favored Dick with a -most engaging smile.</p> -<p>“And what about Daddy McInnes?” the young -man inquired.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_8">8</div> -<p>“I’ll give you the bald facts and you can draw your -own conclusions. A little over a year ago Daddy -McInnes left us. For years it had been his ambition -to trap on the other side of the Dominion Range in -what is commonly known as the Caribou Hills country. -As the crow flies, Caribou Hills are less than -three hundred miles away. It wouldn’t have been -much of a journey if McInnes could have gone -straight there, crossing the mountains. But, of -course, he couldn’t. He chose instead the more sensible -and longer route by way of the Yellowhead -Pass, which, as you know, is many hundred miles -south of here. It took Daddy the greater part of -one summer to make the trip.”</p> -<p>Corporal Rand rose slowly to his feet and walked -over to a window, gazing somberly out across a -bleak, snow-streaked meadow that extended west and -north to meet the encroaching woodland. He swung -about presently, and continued:</p> -<p>“But Daddy came back. What motive prompted -him, I have no way of finding out. All I know is -that he did come back—but not by the Yellowhead -route! I came upon his dead body less than a week -ago. It was lying in a sheltered spot near a little -knoll, less than a hundred yards from the banks of -Run River. It was easy to determine the cause of -his death. He died of starvation and exposure. -McInnes is an old, old man and this last trip had -proved too much for him.”</p> -<p>“And you don’t think that he had contrived somehow -to cross over the range?” queried Dick.</p> -<p>“Absolutely, utterly impossible.”</p> -<p>“If he didn’t come by the Yellowhead route, or -cross the mountains—”</p> -<p>“The only possible solution is Blind Man’s Pass,” -interrupted Corporal Rand.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_9">9</div> -<p>“But you can’t find it.”</p> -<p>“I haven’t yet. But I have every hope that we will -in a very short time. The best scout and woodsman -who ever enlisted in a service of the R. N. W. M. P. -is out there now looking for it—a man called Malemute -Slade.”</p> -<p>“Malemute Slade!” shouted Dick, clapping his -hands in glee. “Why, corporal, I know him. He’s -a friend of mine.”</p> -<p>“I’m glad to hear that. I knew that Slade was -well acquainted with Factor MacClaren’s nephew, -Sandy. Are you by any chance the Dick Kent, who -accompanied Sandy last summer to Thunder River -in search of a gold mine?”</p> -<p>“Yes,” answered Dick.</p> -<p>Corporal Rand laughed as he extended his hand.</p> -<p>“I guess that we’ll shake on that. The mounted -police haven’t forgotten the incident. Time and time -again, before a crackling fire, when we happened to -meet on patrol, Sergeant Richardson entertained me -with the history of your exploits.”</p> -<p>“We had a lot of trouble with the Henderson -gang,” stated Dick.</p> -<p>“So I heard. Fortunately they’re wiped out. -They were the worst band of outlaws that ever infested -the North. By the way, what ever became of -that young Indian lad, Toma, who used to accompany -you on so many of your expeditions?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_10">10</div> -<p>“He’s out with Sandy right now on a hunting -trip,” Dick replied. “I’m expecting them back today.”</p> -<p>Murky Nichols rose lazily, yawned, and stretched -himself to his full length.</p> -<p>“Well, I guess I’ll toddle along,” he announced. -“Hope yuh find that pass, corporal.”</p> -<p>With a friendly nod to Dick in passing, Nichols -strode over to the counter before which a small group -of half-breed men, women and children chatted -volubly.</p> -<p>No sooner had the prospector passed out of hearing, -than Rand turned eagerly to Dick:</p> -<p>“Ever meet Murky before?”</p> -<p>“No,” answered Dick in surprise, “but I’ve heard -of him.”</p> -<p>“Queer character,” mused Rand, half to himself. -“Sometimes bears watching.”</p> -<p>“What do you mean?” asked Dick, a little startled.</p> -<p>“Murky’s intentions are the best in the world, but -his sense of right and wrong is considerably clouded. -Also, you may or may not have heard, Nichols has -the reputation of being the laziest mortal on earth -and one of the shrewdest. He has money but seldom -works. For months past I’ve been trying to -find the key that will open the secret to Murky’s -checkered past.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_11">11</div> -<p>Slightly annoyed at Rand’s garrulity, Dick looked -up sharply. Well he knew that no self-respecting -member of the force became so confidential in so -short a time with a comparative stranger. For the -most part, the men of the Royal Mounted were reserved, -dignified and aloof. It was none of Dick’s -business what sort of a man Murky was.</p> -<p>“What bothers me,” Corporal Rand hastened on, -“is why Nichols should be so interested in Blind -Man’s Pass. This is the third time he’s troubled -himself to seek me out and pester me with questions.”</p> -<p>“It’s an interesting topic,” said Dick. “I don’t -know as I blame him very much. Don’t forget, corporal, -that I’ve just been bothering you with questions -myself.”</p> -<p>“But you’re different.”</p> -<p>“You’ve known Nichols longer than you’ve known -me,” Dick shot back, somewhat testily.</p> -<p>“All right, Dick,” grinned the corporal, “I’ll accept -your reprimand. And, come to think of it, I’ve -got a note for you. It may possibly explain why I -do not hesitate about taking you into my confidence.”</p> -<p>“A note!” gasped Dick.</p> -<p>“Yes, it’s self-explanatory.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_12">12</div> -<p>Dick received the missive and opened it, considerably -perplexed. He read quickly:</p> -<blockquote> -<p>“Dear Richard:</p> -<p>I’ll be very grateful to you for any assistance -you may be able to render to the bearer of this -note, Corporal William Rand, of the Mackenzie -River detachment. Corporal Rand will instruct -you in certain matters of extreme importance. -Please trust him implicitly in everything.</p> -<p>Please convey my very best wishes to Mr. -MacClaren and your two young cronies, Sandy -and Toma.</p> -<p><span class="center">Sincerely,</span> -<span class="jr">Henry C. Richardson,</span> -<span class="jr">Sergeant R. N. W. M. P.”</span></p> -</blockquote> -<p>When Dick had finished reading the letter, he -looked across at Corporal Rand with new understanding -in his eyes.</p> -<p>“I’ll help, of course. There isn’t anything I -wouldn’t do for Sergeant Richardson.”</p> -<p>“That’s splendid of you.”</p> -<p>The mounted policeman moved closer and spoke in -a low tone.</p> -<p>“Sit down at that table and pick up that old magazine. -Pretend you’re reading. Watch Nichols. In -ten or fifteen minutes two half breeds will enter this -room and will probably walk over and engage Murky -in conversation. You won’t be able to hear a thing -they say, but I want you to notice particularly -whether or not any money passes between them.”</p> -<p>Dick had scarcely recovered from his astonishment, -when Corporal Rand turned with quick, military -precision and walked swiftly out of the room.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_13">13</div> -<h2 id="c2">CHAPTER II -<br /><span class="small">DICK PLAYS THE PART OF A SPY</span></h2> -<p>The two men who entered the trading room within -a few minutes after Corporal Rand’s sudden exit -were undoubtedly half-breeds. Both were heavy, -powerful-looking specimens of the lowest type of -humanity to be found in the North. Their appearance -was far from prepossessing. They shambled -over to the counter, elbowed their way through the -small group of customers and stood for a moment -watching Factor MacClaren wrapping up merchandise -purchased by the various members of the chattering -party.</p> -<p>Behind the pages of his magazine, Dick covertly -watched them. Thus far, they had made no effort -to approach or accost Nichols, whose indolent form -slouched on one of the high stools, which had been -placed before the counter. To all appearances, the -two newcomers were entirely oblivious of the presence, -or even the existence of the big prospector. -Not once had their dark, insolent glances been turned -in his direction.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_14">14</div> -<p>But—and here was a curious thing—each passing -moment seemed to bring them closer and closer to -the man under police surveillance. They accomplished -this maneuver in a manner that would have -done credit to an experienced horseman, jockeying -for position at the commencement of a race. Almost -imperceptibly, and by degrees, they had edged -nearer, covering the short space separating them -from the imperturbable Nichols without once creating -the impression that the thing had been done -intentionally.</p> -<p>They were so close now that Nichols might easily -have reached out with one long arm and placed it on -the shoulder of either one of them. The prospector’s -eyes were upon Factor MacClaren and his -face was perfectly immobile and expressionless. If -he was aware of the proximity of the murderous -looking pair, he gave no sign of it. He moved -slightly in his chair but completely ignored them. -Dick had about come to the conclusion that the two -half-breeds were not those whom Corporal Rand had -expected, when a very suspicious movement on the -part of Murky caught his alert gaze. With a lazy, -seemingly unconscious action, the prospector’s hand -was thrust in a pocket, held there for a moment, -then was drawn forth, palm down and thrust quickly -towards the nearer of the two stalky forms. Swift -as the movement had been, Dick had, nevertheless, -caught a glimpse of the roll of bills so secretly exchanged.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_15">15</div> -<p>The half-breeds lingered for a very short time -near their benefactor, then advanced along the counter -and purchased several plugs of smoking tobacco -from Factor MacClaren. Completing this transaction, -they turned nonchalantly and walked out. No -sooner had the door closed after them, than Murky -rose and sauntered over to the window. He was -still gazing out when the door creaked again and -Corporal Rand entered.</p> -<p>“I’ve been out inspecting MacClaren’s new warehouse,” -he announced cheerfully. “You must be -expecting a large volume of business this winter.” -He addressed the factor.</p> -<p>Walter MacClaren put down a large bundle of -merchandise and paused to wipe his perspiring face.</p> -<p>“Yes,” he answered, “trading is good this year. -Just now the indications are especially bright. Although -this is just the beginning of the fur season, -I’ve never seen better prices or the promise of so -large a trade.”</p> -<p>“Indian trappers are out everywhere,” Corporal -Rand remarked. “Yesterday I ran into a party of -them going out to the Big Smoky. They told me -they expected a good catch this year.”</p> -<p>MacClaren nodded as he went back to his work. -The mounted policeman moved over to the table -where Dick sat and placed a friendly hand on that -young man’s shoulder.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_16">16</div> -<p>“If I can pry you loose from that magazine,” he -declared jovially, “I’m going to ask you to step up -to my room for a few minutes for a private consultation. -No! Don’t look frightened. I really don’t -intend to take you into custody just yet. If you’ll -bring your cribbage board and a new deck of cards, -I’ll promise to be lenient.”</p> -<p>Grinning, Dick got to his feet. Well he knew -that the game he and the corporal would presently -play had nothing whatever to do with cribbage. -Something a great deal more important was at stake -just then—he could tell that from the serious, -thoughtful expression so poorly concealed under -Rand’s effort at deception. The jovial manner, the -subterfuge of the cribbage board and the forced -laugh—all were intended for the eyes and ears of the -man who still stood near the window, and whose -suspicions, under any circumstances, must not be -aroused.</p> -<p>With a quickening pulse, Dick followed the policeman -through the door at the back of the trading -room, down a long hallway and into an immaculately -neat and clean-looking chamber, which MacClaren -always reserved for the use of various members of -the R. N. W. M. P. who came frequently to the post.</p> -<p>Rand motioned his visitor to a chair.</p> -<p>“Well, what did you find out?”</p> -<p>“Nichols handed a roll of bills to two half-breeds -who entered the room shortly after your departure,” -Dick replied quickly.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_17">17</div> -<p>“Did you happen to overhear any of their conversation?” -came the next question.</p> -<p>“They didn’t talk,” the other informed him. “The -breeds moved close to Nichols, but pretended to be -interested in the customers and the trading. Until -he put his hand in his pocket and passed the money -quickly over to one of the half-breeds, you never -would have known that Murky realized that the two -were standing there.”</p> -<p>“Then what happened?”</p> -<p>“Nothing. At least nothing of importance. The -pair bought some tobacco and walked out. Nichols -went to the window and seemed to be watching them -as they hurried away. You came in yourself a moment -later.”</p> -<p>“Thanks, Dick, you’ve done well,” approved the -corporal. “You’ve helped me to weld the first link -in the chain. In time, I hope to piece together the -other links that will lead me to the solution of this -mystery.”</p> -<p>Dick’s curiosity was aroused, but hesitated about -asking any questions. To what mystery did Rand -refer? He waited patiently for the policeman’s next -words:</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_18">18</div> -<p>“In fairness to you, Dick, I think it’s advisable to -give you some information regarding this case. I’ve -already hinted to you that Murky Nichols is under -police surveillance. We’ve been watching him -closely for a long time. His movements have been -suspicious. Although he professes to be a prospector, -he really hasn’t done a tap of work in the last -four years. He always has a large amount of money -and he spends it liberally.”</p> -<p>“Where does he get this money?” Dick inquired.</p> -<p>“From three or four different sources. To my -certain knowledge, there are two men who pay him -money regularly. One is Fred Hart and the other -is Tim O’Connell. Both of these men are packers -in the summer and freighters in the winter. They -have almost a monopoly on the transportation business -in this particular section of the country. The -Hudson’s Bay, in addition to several of the independent -fur companies and free traders, give practically -all of their business to these men. Last year -Factor MacClaren’s business alone amounted to -nearly five thousand dollars. Hart and O’Connell -get the preference over the other packers and freighters -because they are more efficient, careful and responsible.”</p> -<p>“Why,” said Dick, as the thought suddenly occurred -to him, “perhaps Nichols is a silent-partner -in their enterprise.”</p> -<p>Rand smiled at the other’s quick perception, but he -slowly shook his head.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_19">19</div> -<p>“That’s the conclusion we came to ourselves. Investigation, -carried out secretly, proves that he isn’t. -No—the thing goes deeper than that. Nichols is -engaged in some secret and probably illegal enterprise. -Little by little we’ve been picking up new -clues—making new discoveries. We’ve found nothing -incriminating yet, but I don’t believe it will be -very long before we will.”</p> -<p>“What about the money that exchanged hands -today? What business dealing do you suppose -Nichols could have with those two hard-looking customers?”</p> -<p>“Both of them are thieves, but we haven’t yet -been able to prove anything against them. For several -weeks past we’ve suspected that either they’re -in Murky’s employ or that the breeds come to him -to sell stolen goods. The fact that Nichols paid -them money today is a pretty strong indication that -one or other of these suppositions is correct.”</p> -<p>Corporal Rand paused to fill his pipe.</p> -<p>“Nichols is shrewd and clever,” he went on. -“He’s amiable and well-liked. He has many friends -in every part of the country. Notwithstanding, -there’s a deep, treacherous side to his nature, a diabolical -cleverness that can find its outlet only -through criminal channels. Your friend, Sergeant -Richardson, believes firmly he’s a master crook, a -sort of genius at crime, and that he contrives to -distract attention from himself by assuming this -role of genial, lazy, ignorant prospector.”</p> -<p>Dick laughed outright.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_20">20</div> -<p>“Sergeant Richardson has a vivid imagination,” -he declared, “but very often in cases of this kind his -deductions prove correct.”</p> -<p>“True enough!” Constable Rand puffed reflectively. -“He’s worked out a very unusual theory in -regard to Nichols. It was shortly after the finding -of old Daddy McInnes’ body that he told me about -it. The whole thing is so extraordinary, so wild, -and yet so convincing that we’ve decided to look into -it. It’s this theory that we’re working on now.”</p> -<p>“Won’t you tell me about it?” pleaded Dick.</p> -<p>“Certainly. There’s no harm done, that I can see. -Besides the sergeant informed me that I could trust -you implicitly. He even hinted that you contemplated -joining the force. What about that?”</p> -<p>“It’s true,” Dick was forced to admit, his face -red with embarrassment. “I’ve made application to -the commissioner at Ottawa, but I’m not sure that -anything will ever come of it.”</p> -<p>“I’m not so certain,” Rand shook his head. “We -need more men, especially here in the North. You’d -have to spend a period of training at Regina -though.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_21">21</div> -<p>“But to go on with Richardson’s theory,” resumed -the corporal. “Incredible as it may at first appear, -it’s logical enough. I’ll give you its substance -briefly: Nichols is the leader of a small band of -crooks. Hart and O’Connell are his accomplices, or, -what I should say his accessories—they’re both honest. -Nichols never actually commits any crime himself. -He purchases fur, which he knows is stolen -and disposes of it.”</p> -<p>“Through Hart and O’Connell, I suppose,” Dick -put in. “They take it to civilization and sell it.”</p> -<p>“No. You’re a thousand miles from the mark. -Hart and O’Connell play a less important part in -this scheme. Murky is more clever than that. He -disposes of his own stuff in a more original and -unheard-of way. Hart and O’Connell merely supply -him with means of transportation—pack horses -in summer and dog teams in winter.”</p> -<p>Corporal Rand paused again and rose to his feet. -He tiptoed softly to the door, opened it and looked -out.</p> -<p>“I thought there might be someone in the hallway,” -he apologised. “One can’t be too careful.”</p> -<p>He closed the door, a slight frown on his face, -and went back to the chair opposite Dick.</p> -<p>“I guess we won’t be bothered. Where was I—oh, -yes—As I just said Hart and O’Connell supply -Nichols with ponies or dog teams, depending -upon the season, and Murky proceeds to transport -his stolen fur to the coast.”</p> -<p>“To the coast!” gasped Dick. “How could he?”</p> -<p>“Through Blind Man’s Pass.”</p> -<p>Dick sat and stared incredulously at the grave, -serious face of the man opposite.</p> -<p>“You’re fooling me, corporal.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_22">22</div> -<p>“Not a bit! Richardson feels that he’s absolutely -sure that such is the case. I’m almost convinced -myself. Every clue that we’ve been able to pick up -since the Sergeant hit upon this wild theory seems -to bear him out. Another thing, there’s the case of -Daddy McInnes. The story I told in the trading -room an hour ago was an elaboration of or a tampering -with the true facts.”</p> -<p>“I don’t think I quite understand.”</p> -<p>“Daddy McInnes was murdered. A blow on the -back of the head.”</p> -<p>Dick shivered.</p> -<p>“Naturally, we don’t want anyone to suspect—least -of all Nichols—that we know McInnes came -to a violent end. That would spoil everything. We -never would catch Murky if a breath of this ever -leaked out. The abrasion on the back of Daddy’s -head caused a little comment, but we took immediate -steps to check it.”</p> -<p>“How?” asked Dick.</p> -<p>“We claimed that in his weakened and starved -condition, McInnes fainted and fell, his head striking -a rock. Everyone believes it now.”</p> -<p>“But why should Nichols—I mean, what motive -would he have?”</p> -<p>“Daddy found the pass and came through it. If -he had lived, its exact location would have become -public property. In that event, Murky Nichols -would have been out of a job.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_23">23</div> -<p>“But what about Hart and O’Connell? They -must know where Blind Man’s Pass is.”</p> -<p>“No, I don’t think so. There is only one white -man in this country who could lead us unerringly to -Blind Man’s Pass—and that person is Murky -Nichols!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_24">24</div> -<h2 id="c3">CHAPTER III -<br /><span class="small">SERGEANT RICHARDSON’S THEORY</span></h2> -<p>For the second time since coming to the room, -Corporal Rand strode to the door and opened it.</p> -<p>“I must be nervous today,” he declared. “I pop -up here every few minutes like a jack-in-the-box. -Somehow, I can’t get over the feeling that there -was really someone prowling about the hallway a -short time ago.”</p> -<p>“I didn’t hear anything,” reassured Dick.</p> -<p>“Possibly I am mistaken. There are times when -a thing like that will lay hold of you, and you don’t -seem to be able to shake it off.”</p> -<p>“I’ve often experienced the same feeling,” confessed -Dick. “It isn’t very pleasant.”</p> -<p>Closing the door, the mounted policeman helped -himself to a glass of water from a pitcher that stood -on the table.</p> -<p>“I’ve given you a brief outline of Richardson’s -theory,” he stated, “but I’m afraid I haven’t made -everything quite clear. Are there any questions -you’d like to ask?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_25">25</div> -<p>“Yes—about Hart and O’Connell,” Dick responded -quickly. “According to what you have -said, these men have given Nichols money. After -listening to your story, that part of it doesn’t seem -reasonable. If Murky uses their outfits to transport -stolen goods to the coast through Blind Man’s -Pass, I should think he’d be under obligation to -them, that he’d pay them money instead of their -paying him.”</p> -<p>“So it would seem,” Corporal Rand smiled approvingly. -“That was my contention. I claimed it -was the one weak spot in Richardson’s theory—but, -of course, the explanation is simple enough.</p> -<p>“Hart and O’Connell’s are freighters. They go -everywhere. They have almost a monopoly on the -transportation business. They have the government -mail contract from here to Edmonton. Occasionally, -perhaps not more than once or twice a year, -they have business that takes them to the west coast—across -Dominion Range. As you know this is a -long and roundabout trip, requiring weeks, sometimes -months for its completion. Consequently the -transportation rates to the west coast are high. No -one realizes this condition of affairs any better than -Nichols. He takes advantage of it for his own -gain. He draws up an agreement with the two -packers to handle all the west-coast business himself, -charging a very nominal rate for this service, and -killing two birds with one stone. You can see how -diabolical, how very clever the arrangement is. The -freight that goes through Blind Man’s Pass is a -mixed shipment. Part of it is stolen fur, the other -part is merchandise which the original shipper has -entrusted to the care of Hart or O’Connell.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_26">26</div> -<p>“The scheme works beautifully,” smiled Rand. -“Both parties to the transaction reap a lovely profit. -Hart or O’Connell charge the shipper the same price -that he would have to pay if his merchandise went -all the way round to the west coast through the Yellowhead -Pass. Murky can smile up his sleeve too, -because all expense of taking out his contraband -falls upon the willing shoulders of the two packers.”</p> -<p>“I never heard of anything so clever,” declared -Dick. “Of course, Hart and O’Connell are aware -of the existence of Blind Man’s Pass. You don’t -suppose they know where it is themselves?”</p> -<p>“No, that’s Murky’s own secret. Otherwise the -packers would never have entered into such an agreement.”</p> -<p>“I can see it all very clearly now,” said Dick, “and -I’m anxious to know in what way I can be of help.”</p> -<p>Corporal Rand hesitated for a moment before -making a reply. He sat in the chair opposite and -regarded Dick with appraising eyes.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_27">27</div> -<p>“We haven’t definitely decided just what we are -going to do ourselves, but we intend to use you in -some capacity. I’m waiting now to hear from Sergeant -Richardson. However, unless something unforseen -occurs, I imagine our program will be something -like this: Malemute Slade will continue in his -search for the pass; Constable Pearly—a new man -just recently transferred here from the Peace River -Detachment—will be detailed to keep close tab on -Hart and O’Connell, while Sergeant Richardson and -myself will study every movement of the two half-breeds -and Murky.</p> -<p>“It may take weeks, possibly months, before we’ll -be able to accomplish much. We are compelled to -move very, very cautiously. If Nichols discovers -our interest in his affairs, we’ll lose our only chance -of getting him. He’s as slippery as an eel, and as -crafty as a fox. I don’t believe there is another -person in the North with a wider acquaintance, or a -more thorough knowledge of conditions.”</p> -<p>“But wouldn’t Hart and O’Connell squeal if -Murky should refuse to take any more of their shipments -through Blind Man’s Pass?”</p> -<p>“In the first place they won’t dare to, because the -shippers will hear of it and refuse to give the packers -another dollar’s worth of business. Remember Hart -and O’Connell have been reaping a golden harvest at -the shippers’ expense. In the second place, even if -they do squeal, we’ll have no direct evidence against -Nichols.”</p> -<p>“How then do you propose to catch Murky?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_28">28</div> -<p>“There are several ways: One would be to find -the pass ourselves and then wait for Murky to come -through; another would be to follow a west-coast -shipment from the time it leaves the hands of Hart -and O’Connell; still another, to locate Murky’s cache -of stolen fur, and awaiting the next shipment -through Blind Man’s Pass.”</p> -<p>“You really think Murky has such a cache?”</p> -<p>“If our theory is correct, he must have. In all -likelihood, he has two of them.”</p> -<p>“Two of them!” gasped Dick. “What makes -you think that?”</p> -<p>“It stands to reason that he has. In fact, it’s -quite obvious. The stolen fur must be stored somewhere -before it is shipped. When it reaches the -coast, it must be stored again.”</p> -<p>“Why not sold?”</p> -<p>“There’s only one place to sell it—at the Hudson’s -Bay Company’s post at Fort Pennington—and -Murky isn’t foolish enough to take that risk.”</p> -<p>“You mean,” asked Dick in amazement, “that -he’d continue to—that he’s been hiding it out there -on the coast year after year, making no attempt to -sell it?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_29">29</div> -<p>“Yes and no! We believe he hides it out there all -right. But we’re pretty sure that he sells some of -it occasionally. We do know that two years ago -last summer he went to Seattle. He was away -about six months. When he returned he was rolling -in money and told a very interesting story about -a legacy he had received from a brother, recently -deceased. We believed the yarn then—but we don’t -now! In fact,” Rand spoke sarcastically, “we’re -somewhat inclined to the opinion that while he was -there he met one or two unscrupulous gentlemen who -offered to accompany him up the coast for the fun -and profit to be derived.”</p> -<p>“I shouldn’t wonder,” laughed Dick.</p> -<p>“He probably hasn’t sold any of the fur since -then. I think that when you go out there, you’ll -find that Richardson’s theory is correct. There’ll -be a big cache—”</p> -<p>“When <i>I</i> go out there?” interrupted Dick, staring -in astonishment at the policeman.</p> -<p>“Yes—you, Sandy and Toma. Surely, you’d be -willing to do that much for us, Dick. Sergeant -Richardson said that you’d jump at the chance.”</p> -<p>“But—but—”</p> -<p>“We’re so sure that you’ll find the cache, that -we’re willing to pay all the expenses of the trip—and -a liberal reward in the bargain. What do you -say?”</p> -<p>“Say!” choked Dick. “I can’t say enough. What -I want to know is—do you really mean it?”</p> -<p>“I was never more serious in my life.”</p> -<p>Dick rose to his feet and paced agitatedly back -and forth. His heart had jumped a few wild beats -before he could compose himself sufficiently to make -another effort to speak.</p> -<p>“When do you want us to start?” he asked.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_30">30</div> -<p>“As soon as it can possibly be arranged. Toma -knows the route to the Yellowhead Pass; but after -that you’ll have to chart your own course. We can -depend on you then?”</p> -<p>“So far as I’m concerned—yes. I won’t presume -to speak for Sandy and Toma, yet I’m pretty sure -they’ll go.”</p> -<p>A few minutes later, Corporal Rand and Dick -returned to the trading room, which was crowded. -Stalwart, dusky half-breed trappers, eager to purchase -supplies for impending excursions to favorite -trapping grounds, pushed and elbowed their way -through the throng awaiting their opportunity to -confer with Factor MacClaren. Indian women, resplendent -in bright shawls, bright-faced children -from the Catholic Mission, here and there the dark, -expressionless face and sinewy form of Cree hunters -and rivermen from the south—all of this queer blend -of humanity jostled forth and back, chattering excitedly.</p> -<p>At one side of the room, surrounded by an admiring -group, a tall, lanky half-breed youth was playing -a violin. Glancing that way, Dick’s eyes lighted up -as he perceived the familiar figures of his two -friends, Sandy MacClaren, the factor’s nephew, and -John Toma, the young Indian guide.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_31">31</div> -<p>Toma, Sandy and Dick, following several years -of interesting adventures in the North, had become -greatly attached to each other. They were three -inseparables, who had learned to take the trials and -hardships of wilderness life as a matter of common -experience. In spite of many hard knocks, they -were still as eager to embark upon new adventures as -in the days when Dick and Sandy were newcomers to -that remote and inhospitable land.</p> -<p>Dick lost no time in rejoining his two chums. -With a friendly nod to Corporal Rand, he darted -through the crowd and administered a resounding -whack on the backs of Sandy and Toma.</p> -<p>“Well, you’ve returned at last,” he greeted them -joyfully. “Did you have any luck?”</p> -<p>Sandy turned eagerly.</p> -<p>“You bet! We shot two moose,” and the young -Scotchman immediately commenced a somewhat -rambling and disconnected account of their experiences.</p> -<p>At its conclusion, Dick feigned scepticism, winked -broadly at Toma.</p> -<p>“Pah! The whole thing sounds fishy to me. I -don’t believe you shot anything. If you actually -killed a moose it was because the poor thing fell -down and broke a leg. At two hundred yards a -blind man with a bow and arrow could out-shoot -you.”</p> -<p>“All right, wait and see. An Indian packer is -bringing over our two moose tomorrow.”</p> -<p>“How much did you pay him for them?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_32">32</div> -<p>In attempting to evade Sandy’s friendly upper-cut, -Dick stepped back just in time to be knocked flat by -a person hurrying across the room. From his position -on the floor, he looked up to see the man spring -to the door, open it, and dart outside.</p> -<p>It was the half-breed, who had received the roll -of money from Murky Nichols!</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_33">33</div> -<h2 id="c4">CHAPTER IV -<br /><span class="small">TWO ENCOUNTERS IN ONE DAY</span></h2> -<p>An excited shout from Sandy drew Dick’s attention -as he clambered to his feet. At the opposite -end of the trading room a gesticulating, wildly -vociferous crowd had gathered about the drooping -figure of Murky Nichols. The face of the prospector -was deathly pale, as he stood, one hand -clutching the counter, the other gripping firmly a -long-bladed hunting knife, which he held up for the -inspection of the crowd.</p> -<p>The scarlet-coated form of Corporal Rand advanced -through the milling throng and a moment -later, just as the three boys came hurrying up, the -policeman helped Nichols to a chair.</p> -<p>“What happened, Murky?” he demanded.</p> -<p>“Some breed tried to knife me,” choked the frightened -man, holding on to the chair for support.</p> -<p>“Who was it?”</p> -<p>“I don’t know,” wheezed Murky. “Never seen -him before. He came up while I was a standin’ -over there an’ first thing I knowed he made a slash -at me.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_34">34</div> -<p>Nichols trembled as he spoke, drawing attention -to the wide slit in his mackinaw shirt just below his -left arm-pit.</p> -<p>“This is where the knife caught me when I -jumped back. Good thing I did or he’d o’ got me -sure.”</p> -<p>“Did he hurt you at all?” inquired Rand.</p> -<p>“Nothing but a scratch.”</p> -<p>“You were lucky. You say you didn’t know the -breed?”</p> -<p>A slight hesitation on the part of the prospector -was noted probably by only two persons in the room—Dick -and Corporal Rand.</p> -<p>“First time I ever set eyes on him, corporal.”</p> -<p>“Did he speak to you or did you speak to him -before he drew the knife?”</p> -<p>“No,” Murky stated emphatically.</p> -<p>“Very queer the man should attack you without -provocation,” mused Rand. “You’re absolutely sure -you never saw him before?”</p> -<p>A slow flush mounted to Nichols’ weather-tanned -brow and for a split-second his eyes evaded the questioner.</p> -<p>“Hang it, corporal,” he spoke testily, “ain’t I been -tellin’ yuh. Don’t even know what he looks like—it -all happened so sudden. If he should come walkin’ -in here in ten minutes from now I ain’t so sure -I’d recognize him. The feller must be crazy.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_35">35</div> -<p>“It certainly looks queer!” Rand’s cool, unwavering -gaze met that of the prospector. “Usually -there’s a motive for an attack of this kind. As a -general thing, a man doesn’t attempt to stab another -unless he has some real or fancied grievance.”</p> -<p>“He’s crazy, I tell yuh,” persisted Nichols.</p> -<p>Rand turned away.</p> -<p>“I’ll see what I can do. I intend to take the -breed in custody. I ought to be able to run -him down in a few hours. Then we can question -him.”</p> -<p>The corporal turned without a moment’s hesitation -and hurried away. He was gone almost before -Dick could collect his scattered wits and remark to -Sandy:</p> -<p>“There! I intended to tell him something, but -it’s too late now.”</p> -<p>“You might be able to catch him at the stable,” -said the quick-witted Sandy, seizing Dick’s arm. -“Come on!”</p> -<p>The three boys pushed their way through the -crowd, but a jam in front of the door delayed them. -Like themselves, everyone, so it seemed, wanted to -get out. They were caught in a drifting, struggling -current of over-curious half-breeds, were -jolted back and forth and, when they finally emerged, -panting and dishevelled, to the yard outside, they -perceived to their chagrin that Rand had already -mounted his horse and was speeding away.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_36">36</div> -<p>“Just my luck!” Dick sputtered. “There he goes. -I might have given him information that would have -saved him a lot of time.”</p> -<p>“What information?” demanded a person almost -at his elbow.</p> -<p>Neither Sandy nor Toma had spoken. Dick -wheeled quickly and looked up into a pair of steel-gray -eyes, at a coarse, brutal face. The man’s -rough garb was that of a prospector or trapper. -None of the boys had ever seen him before.</p> -<p>“What information?” he repeated insolently.</p> -<p>Dick met the other’s appraising gaze without -flinching.</p> -<p>“I wasn’t speaking to you, sir.”</p> -<p>“That’s all right, I’m speaking to yuh. I asked -yuh what I consider is a decent, friendly question. -Yuh don’t need to try any o’ your high an’ haughty -manner with me.”</p> -<p>Dick completely ignored the insult, despite the fact -that it was difficult to suppress the surge of anger -that rose within him. He was fighting mad and his -fists clenched involuntarily, yet he turned to Sandy -and contrived, though the effort was difficult, to -speak calmly:</p> -<p>“Let’s walk down along the river.”</p> -<p>Sandy’s face fell as he swung into step beside his -friend, his right arm linked into Toma’s. As they -struck off to the left, they were followed by the baleful, -mocking glare of Dick’s newly discovered -enemy.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_37">37</div> -<p>Out of ear-shot, Sandy broke forth:</p> -<p>“Dick, I’m almost ashamed of you. Why did you -do it?”</p> -<p>“Do what?”</p> -<p>“Walk away like that. It looks cowardly. I -never saw you do a thing like that before.”</p> -<p>“I don’t know why I did it,” Dick confessed, “except -that I had a hunch that if I let him pick a fight -with me, I’d—I’d—well, I can’t explain it. Something -seemed to warn me to keep away from him.”</p> -<p>“You mean, you were afraid of him.”</p> -<p>“No, not that!” Dick retorted hotly. “I’d like to -go back even now and ‘mix-it’ with him.”</p> -<p>“Why don’t you?”</p> -<p>“I’ve tried to explain to you, Sandy. I have a -feeling that it woul‘d be foolhardy. Something more -than a mere quarrel or a fight is involved. That -man, whoever he is, had some secret purpose in view -when he accosted me just now. I don’t know what -that purpose is, but I do know I’m not going to -take any chances.”</p> -<p>For a few moments they walked on in silence.</p> -<p>“I can forget about it if you can,” remarked -Sandy a little dryly.</p> -<p>Dick laughed good-naturedly.</p> -<p>“I don’t think I’ll have any trouble doing that,” -he responded quickly. “There’s too much else to -think about. And that reminds me that I have some -big news for you and Toma. How would you -like to take a trip out to the coast this winter?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_38">38</div> -<p>Sandy stopped short in his tracks.</p> -<p>“To the coast!” he exclaimed. “What do you -mean?”</p> -<p>“Exactly that. Corporal Rand told me about it -today. He brought a letter from our old friend, -Sergeant Richardson.”</p> -<p>Without further preliminary, Dick launched into -the story. Toma and Sandy listened with bated -breath while Dick gave them the particulars of the -theory which had been advanced by the mounted -police respecting the alleged operations of Murky -Nichols. Blind Man’s Pass, the murder of Daddy -McInnes, the double cache of stolen fur and finally -the proposed expedition to the west coast to be -undertaken by the boys themselves—all became subjects -of absorbing interest and speculation.</p> -<p>“As I understand it,” Sandy broke forth enthusiastically, -“Sergeant Richardson is sending us out to -the coast because he believes we can find the cache.”</p> -<p>“Yes,” answered Dick. “It’s an important undertaking, -and we ought to be proud that the police -have faith in our ability. Of course, we would -never have been given the chance if Inspector -Cameron wasn’t so short of men.”</p> -<p>“We make ’em mounted police glad they give us -chance to go,” cut in Toma. “If cache anywhere -along coast, we find it.”</p> -<p>“We certainly will,” said Sandy.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_39">39</div> -<p>Walking leisurely along the banks of the river, -the boys made their plans. So interested had they -become, so absorbed in the contemplation of the -proposed journey, that they found themselves presently -out of sight of the trading post. They were -crossing a narrow gulch, when Dick stopped short, -glancing about him.</p> -<p>“No use going any farther,” he declared laughingly. -“Let’s return to the post.”</p> -<p>Sandy took note of their surroundings and he -too broke forth into an amused chuckle.</p> -<p>“Can you beat that!” he exclaimed. “We’ve been -sauntering along not paying the least bit of attention. -I had no idea we’d gone so far. We’re five -miles from Fort Good Faith. A hundred yards on -the other side of this gulch is where Run River -trail crosses the river.”</p> -<p>As Sandy spoke, he turned back and led the way -to the top of the gulch. Spruce and poplar grew -thickly along the trail ahead. A light snow of a -few days before, sifting down through the trees, -had only partially covered the heavy carpet of dry -leaves and grass.</p> -<p>“It will be several weeks yet before winter sets -in in earnest,” observed Dick. “I hope the mounted -police give us instructions to leave for the west -coast before it does come. If we travel light, we’ll -reach the Yellowhead Pass long before the extremely -cold weather arrives.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_40">40</div> -<p>“Not snow enough,” Toma shook his head disapprovingly. -“No use start out until catch ’em plenty -snow for dog team. Mebbe no get snow for five, -six days yet.”</p> -<p>“Nonsense!” Sandy looked up at the overcast -sky with a critical but approving gaze. “It’s cloudy -right now. I wouldn’t be surprised if it started to -snow this afternoon.”</p> -<p>“Too warm,” Toma objected. “Wind blow southwest. -Tomorrow chinook make like summer. -Mebbe it rain, but no snow.”</p> -<p>“You might as well keep quiet, Sandy,” grinned -Dick. “Toma is a better weather prophet than you -are. He’s seldom wrong.”</p> -<p>“Just the same, I think there’s a storm brewing,” -stubbornly persisted the young Scotchman. “This -is the second week in October. Last year at this -time there was seven inches of snow on the ground -and the weather was ten below zero.”</p> -<p>“Don’t worry about it. I look at it this way: if -the police are ready, we’ll be ready too. Let the -chinook come. We’ll start out on foot and buy our -grub-stake and dog team at Fort Wonderly, one -hundred miles south of here.”</p> -<p>“Good idea! You’re talking sense now, Dick. -Well—for the love of Pete!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_41">41</div> -<p>Sandy’s abrupt exclamation was caused by the -sudden appearance on the trail ahead of four men. -One of them they recognized instantly. It was the -person who had attempted to pick a quarrel with -Dick. Startled for a moment, the boys drew back -to the side of the trail.</p> -<p>“Don’t say a word,” cautioned Dick in a low -voice. “If they attempt to start trouble, try to keep -away from them. We’re no match for them. Besides, -they’re armed and we aren’t.”</p> -<p>Pretending a nonchalance they did not feel, the -three boys strode forward again until they came -abreast of the oncoming and ominous quartette. In -the lead, Dick edged over to the side of the trail, -hoping that no attempt would be made to prevent -their passing. He was now within three feet of the -nearest of the party, and had almost begun to believe -that nothing would happen, when the four men -spread out quickly, completely barring their progress. -Dick looked across at two gray eyes that -glinted evilly.</p> -<p>“Guess yuh better stop a while, sonny,” sneered -the voice of the white man. “Feel like answerin’ -that question now?”</p> -<p>“I haven’t any question to answer,” retorted Dick, -looking straight at his tormentor, and then at the -three half-breeds, a villainous-appearing trio, who -stood ready and eager to leap forward at the first -word of command.</p> -<p>The white man stepped forward and confronted -Dick, one arm raised threateningly.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_42">42</div> -<p>“Yuh better do some quick thinkin’ afore I whale -the tar outta yuh. Are yuh gonna answer that -question or not?”</p> -<p>In the short interval in which he stood there -undecided, a daring plan leaped into Dick’s mind. -He would feign submission. He would agree to -answer the question. Then when the time came—</p> -<p>“All—all right,” stammered Dick, simulating terror. -“Wh-what do you want?”</p> -<p>“Yuh know blamed well what I want. Back -there at the post ’bout an hour er two ago, you wuz -figgerin’ on givin’ that danged mountie a whole earful -o’ information. I heerd yuh tellin’ these young -friends o’ yourn. Out with it!”</p> -<p>The arm was raised again and Dick shrank back, -his eyes blinking.</p> -<p>“Don’t strike me and I’ll tell you,” he trembled. -“I’ll tell everything. I promise I will.”</p> -<p>Dick’s antagonist chuckled in triumph. It tickled -his vanity to perceive how easily he was winning -his case. He had his victim almost frightened out -of his wits. This young stripling who stood before -him hadn’t the backbone of an eel. His arm dropped -and he slouched forward, completely off guard, and -leered into Dick’s face.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_43">43</div> -<p>It was the opportunity that Dick had been looking -for. Crack! The blow was a smashing one and -wholly unexpected. The white man’s feet skidded -out from under him; his heavy frame struck the -ground with a resounding impact. Before the half-breeds -had time to recover from their astonishment, -three fleeting forms shot through the opening and -took the turn in the trail, running at top speed.</p> -<p>A few moments later a bullet whizzed harmlessly -over their heads. The boys redoubled their efforts. -A second turn in the trail revealed a straggling party -of Indians returning from the post. At sight of -them, Sandy let out a whoop of joy. Help was at -hand. The danger was over. Panting like three -small locomotives, they sat down on a log and waved -a cheerful greeting as the Indians passed by.</p> -<p>When the last straggler had disappeared from -view, Sandy turned and smiled at his chum. There -was approval and admiration in his eyes.</p> -<p>“Step over here and let me shake your hand. -Wow! I’ll bet that fellow is still wondering if it -was really a tree that struck him. I’ll give you all -the credit this time, Dick. There’s no denying the -fact: You certainly answered his question!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_44">44</div> -<h2 id="c5">CHAPTER V -<br /><span class="small">A MIDNIGHT CONFERENCE</span></h2> -<p>Corporal Rand returned with his half-breed -prisoner shortly after dark. The man was sulky and -refused to talk. Brought before Murky Nichols -by the mounted policeman, one might have thought -from his actions and demeanor that he had never -before set eyes upon the prospector. He stood -absolutely unmoved in the presence of the person -he had attempted to murder only a few hours before. -Rand’s voice rang out sharply:</p> -<p>“Here is the prisoner. Is he the man who -attempted to stab you?”</p> -<p>In order to cover his confusion, Nichols rubbed -his eyes with one large hairy hand. His face was -slightly pale and he rested his weight first on one -leg and then on the other.</p> -<p>“Well, corporal, I can’t exactly say,” he spoke -hesitatingly. “He might be the one an’ again he -mightn’t. He does look sort o’ familiar, but I see -so many Nitchies ’round here. I couldn’t exactly -swear to it.”</p> -<p>Corporal Rand smiled a little grimly.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_45">45</div> -<p>“There were quite a number of people present -in this room when the attempt upon your life was -made. It shouldn’t be very difficult to find out -whether or not this man is the right one.”</p> -<p>Nichols started forward with an exclamation of -surprise. He was staring at the prisoner now with -an intentness that seemed scarcely to be assumed. -Excitedly, he turned towards Rand.</p> -<p>“By golly, I know now, corporal, where I seen -him before,” he declared in a loud and animated -voice. “Up at the first portage on the Moose River. -He was workin’ there as a packer last summer -when I come through. I don’t think he’s the man -we’re looking fer atall.”</p> -<p>The mounted policeman turned his head ever so -slightly and winked covertly at Dick, who, in company -with Sandy and Toma, stood a few feet away, -silent spectator in the interesting tableau.</p> -<p>“You really don’t think he’s the man, then?”</p> -<p>“No, he ain’t,” Murky spoke positively. “When -I stop to think about that little affair this afternoon, -an’ try to get a picture in my mind o’ the pesky breed -what made fer to knife me, there’s one thing that -stands out. He was a tall man—not short like this -breed. I’m tall myself, an’ I remember when I -jumped back to clear myself o’ the knife, I looked -straight acrost in his eyes. Now, it stands to reason, -corporal, that I couldn’t o’ done that if it had o’ -been this feller here. I’d o’ looked straight over -this man’s head, now wouldn’t I?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_46">46</div> -<p>With difficulty, Dick suppressed a laugh. Murky -Nichols was noted for his tall stature. Long and -lanky, he stood well over six feet and four inches in -height. The half-breed was stockily built and -inclined to be short. The top of his head reached -no higher than the point of Murky’s protruding chin.</p> -<p>“Now that your memory has revived,” Corporal -Rand spoke sarcastically, “we may be able to make -better progress.”</p> -<p>Dick strode forward with the intention of drawing -the mounted policeman’s attention to one detail -of the case that had evidently been overlooked. If -the half-breed, who confronted Nichols, was not the -person who had attempted to stab him, how would -it be possible to explain that person’s hasty exit from -the trading room immediately following the attack? -Also, as Dick was well aware, the prisoner was the -same man who had received the roll of bills from -Murky earlier in the day.</p> -<p>Dick paused in amazement. Before he could -reach the policeman’s side, he saw Rand stoop forward -and commence to unlock the prisoner’s hand-cuffs. -Then, wonderingly, he watched the corporal -move back and permit the astonished half-breed to -go free. His voice broke the startled silence of the -room:</p> -<p>“You’re at liberty to go now.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_47">47</div> -<p>“Sorry to cause yuh all this trouble,” Nichols -apologised. “But you’re doing the right thing, corporal. -He ain’t the man what tried to knife me.”</p> -<p>The policeman favored Murky with one swift -appraising glance, nodded absently and walked over -and took Dick’s arm. Although he did not speak, -the light pressure of the corporal’s fingers told -Dick that the policeman wished to see him. With -a mumbled apology to Sandy, Dick led the way to -his own room. When he had drawn up a chair for -his guest, he came immediately to the subject uppermost -in his mind.</p> -<p>“I can’t understand—” he began.</p> -<p>The policeman held up one hand in an impatient -gesture.</p> -<p>“You’re about to tell me that I have made a very -serious blunder, aren’t you, Dick?”</p> -<p>“We-well,” stammered that young man, “you can -hardly blame me, corporal. The man you just -released is guilty. I didn’t see him when he attempted -to stab Murky, but I did see him when he escaped. -In spite of what Nichols told you, he did recognize -the breed. Murky lied. He’s the same one who -received the roll of bills.”</p> -<p>Corporal Rand grinned as he looked across at -Dick’s puzzled, serious face.</p> -<p>“I’m well aware of that,” he said calmly. “I too -am sure that the half-breed was Murky’s assailant. -But I had a good reason for releasing him.”</p> -<p>“If you don’t mind my asking, what reason?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_48">48</div> -<p>For a moment Rand did not reply. Apparently, -he had become absorbed in his own thoughts. He -had relaxed in his chair, his head bent forward, his -eyes studying the tips of his brightly polished boots.</p> -<p>“Ever since I captured the half-breed this afternoon,” -he spoke finally, “I have been thinking that -very little is to be gained by holding him in custody. -Nichols will not prefer a charge against him because -he’s afraid the fellow may squeal. The half-breed -himself, realizing the danger of his position, and -who is really more clever than I had at first supposed, -is attempting to save himself by keeping silent. Even -if we subjected him to a severe grilling, I doubt -very much whether we could get anything out of -him. It seems to me that the best way to deal with -the situation is to accept Murky’s assertion that we -have captured the wrong man.”</p> -<p>“But I should think that by letting the half-breed -go, you’d lose a chance to find out in what way -Murky and the breed are associated.”</p> -<p>“No, I don’t think so,” replied the corporal. “On -the contrary, I’m quite sure we can find out more -now that I have set the half-breed free. I’m playing -right into Murky’s hands. He’s laughing up -his sleeve at this very moment at the way he thinks -he’s fooled the mounted police. He’ll be inclined to -be a little careless. We can look for immediate -developments.”</p> -<p>“What developments?” asked Dick.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_49">49</div> -<p>“Murky’s first move will be to attempt to patch -up his differences with his former assailant. The -half-breed’s motive for attacking Nichols can easily -be explained—money! No doubt, Murky had failed -to live up to an agreement.”</p> -<p>The policeman paused to fill his pipe.</p> -<p>“By watching the two of them, we will be pretty -sure to find out something,” he continued. “If I’m -not badly mistaken, we will be able to secure evidence -against them within the next two or three -days. I intend to keep a close tab on the pair -from now on.”</p> -<p>Dick stirred uneasily in his seat. There was a -question he wanted to ask, but he did not wish to -appear too eager. During a lull in the conversation, -however, he finally managed to pluck up sufficient -courage.</p> -<p>“When would you like to have us start for the -west coast?” he inquired.</p> -<p>“Have you seen Sandy and Toma?”</p> -<p>“Yes.”</p> -<p>“What did they say?”</p> -<p>“They’re as eager to go as I am,” replied Dick.</p> -<p>Corporal Rand drummed on the arm of his chair.</p> -<p>“I can see no reason why you shouldn’t start -right away,” he declared. “The only difficulty is -that you will be compelled to take supplies for the -trip, and just now pack-horses would be inadvisable. -A dog team would be better, but there’s no snow.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_50">50</div> -<p>“We were talking about that,” Dick put in eagerly. -“Why couldn’t we travel on foot to Fort Wonderly -and buy our team and supplies there?”</p> -<p>“A capital idea!” approved Rand.</p> -<p>“Can we start in the morning?” Dick asked impetuously.</p> -<p>“Yes.”</p> -<p>Dick jumped up, his eyes shining, and strode -forward and grasped the corporal’s hand.</p> -<p>“Sandy and Toma will be tickled pink!” he cried -enthusiastically.</p> -<p>“And what about yourself?” smiled Rand.</p> -<p>Dick flushed to the roots of his hair. He grinned -sheepishly.</p> -<p>“Why—why, I’m pleased, of course. Who -wouldn’t be with a chance like that. I can hardly -wait until we start, corporal.”</p> -<p>He grew suddenly more serious.</p> -<p>“Have you any further instructions to give us -before we go?”</p> -<p>Corporal Rand shook his head.</p> -<p>“There is nothing except what I have already -told you,” he replied. “You know the route. -There are any number of trails leading south to the -Yellowhead Pass. After you have gone through -the pass and have turned north, you’ll find only one -trail, very rough and difficult, which will take you -in a northwesterly direction to Fort Pennington. -From there your course will be straight west to the -Pacific.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_51">51</div> -<p>“And there—on the coast, I mean—our real work -will commence,” Dick smiled in anticipation.</p> -<p>Corporal Rand regarded the statement with approval.</p> -<p>“<i>Work</i> is the right name for it,” he assured him. -“I haven’t the least doubt but that you’ll all become -discouraged long before you find the cache. In -fact, you may never find it. You’ll encounter dangers -and difficulties on every hand.”</p> -<p>“Do you think the cache will be guarded?” asked -Dick.</p> -<p>“Almost sure to be,” Rand replied. “Probably -by some Indian or half-breed. You’ll be compelled -to move cautiously. If I were you, I wouldn’t take -too many chances. No telling what sort of a mess -you’ll get in, if you aren’t incessantly on the alert.”</p> -<p>Dick would have liked to ask the policeman a few -more questions, but decided not to as he observed -the other sleepily consulting his watch. The hour -was getting late. The sounds from the trading -room, which a short time before could be heard -faintly, had now entirely ceased. The place had -become enveloped in a deep and slumberous silence.</p> -<p>Corporal Rand suppressed a yawn, rose slowly to -his feet.</p> -<p>“It’s time we were both in bed,” he announced. -“If either one of us expects to get anything accomplished -tomorrow, it will be necessary to secure -some sleep. I’ve had a rather hard day myself.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_52">52</div> -<p>With a friendly nod and a smile, he turned and -walked out of the room. Dick stood in the doorway -and watched him for a moment, a happy expression -on his face. Rand’s figure continued down -the hallway. A few feet farther on was the corporal’s -room. Dick stepped back to re-enter his -own chamber, when, to his surprise, he perceived -that the policeman did not even pause in front of -his own door, but went on instead to the end of the -hallway and immediately disappeared through a door -which opened to the yard outside.</p> -<p>“He’s gone out to see if his horse is bedded down -for the night,” thought Dick.</p> -<p>For some reason he could not himself explain, -Dick stood in his own doorway, awaiting the corporal’s -return. The minutes passed by. A quarter -of an hour elapsed—and still no sign of the mounted -policeman. Growing impatient, Dick commenced -pacing back and forth along the hallway. Presently, -moved by an unexplained impulse, he dashed -into his room, seized his cap and followed in the -footsteps of Rand.</p> -<p>It was exceedingly dark outside. A heavy mist -moistened his face as he stared through the enveloping -gloom. He groped forward until he had found -the path that led to the stable, then hurried along it, -wondering what had happened to detain the corporal.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_53">53</div> -<p>Forty or fifty yards from the house he stopped -short in consternation. From his right came the -sound of voices. Hesitating for a brief moment, he -struck forth again in the direction of the sound, -walking on tiptoes, his pulses pounding. Quite unexpectedly, -there loomed before him the dark shape -of the company’s warehouse. It was a large, square -building, constructed entirely of logs. Here he -came to an abrupt pause and crouched down close -to the wall, trembling at his own audacity.</p> -<p>Immediately around the corner from him were -two men, talking in guarded tones. Dick listened -intently.</p> -<p>“Yuh can do this thing a hull lot better than I -can,” drawled the voice of Murky Nichols. “Yuh -gotta fix it up somehow jes’ as soon as yuh possibly -can. Tomorrow mornin’ ain’t none too soon, La -Qua, ’cause there ain’t no tellin’ what that danged -breed’ll be up to next.”</p> -<p>“Yuh mean yuh want me to get him outta the -way?”</p> -<p>“If there ain’t no other way—yes!” calmly answered -Murky. “We can’t afford to take no more -chances with him. I gotta know he’s gonna get -right down to business an’ no more foolin’. Yuh can -tell him we’ll give him fifty dollars more fer the next -bunch o’ pelts he brings down. I won’t go a dime -higher ’an that an’ if he squawks I’m givin’ yuh -permission to pick him off any time.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_54">54</div> -<p>“Should o’ done that long time ago,” growled the -other. “Yuh can’t trust him. Yuh ain’t the only -one he’s nearly got with that blamed knife o’ his. -He nearly killed one o’ my best packers less ’an a -week ago in a scrap over a card game. I tell yuh, -I hate to have him around.”</p> -<p>“Jes’ the same, he comes in pretty handy,” Murky -Nichols declared. “Take the case of Daddy McInnes, -fer example. None o’ yuh fellers would o’ -dared to do what he done. Both you an’ Bremner -was in the party guardin’ the pass when the ol’ man -came through.”</p> -<p>“I was the first one who seen him,” protested the -other hotly. “It was me what told this breed, Testola, -to go after him.”</p> -<p>“Mebbe so, but yuh wouldn’t o’ done it yourself.”</p> -<p>Dick’s eyes had widened with understanding and -horror. He crouched low, scarcely daring to breathe. -A feeling of nausea was followed by a surge of -anger and disgust. The two men were vicious and -evil—absolutely heartless. At first, he had not recognized -the voice of Murky’s companion, but a certain -quality in the tone, a peculiar inflection, stirred -presently his groping memory. It was the voice of -the red-bearded man—the person who had attempted -to stop him on the trail!</p> -<p>A short silence was broken by Nichols’ question:</p> -<p>“When do yuh expect to be ready to send the next -shipment?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_55">55</div> -<p>“It’s about ready now,” came the quick answer. -“I was thinkin’ o’ sendin’ it through tomorrow -night. If we do, I’m gonna start from the same -place I did last time—the little shack near the foot -o’ Settlement Mountain. We’ll have eight pack-horses, -belonging’ tuh Fred Hart, an’ five o’ our own.”</p> -<p>“Has Hart got much stuff this time?” inquired -Murky.</p> -<p>“’Bout three thousand pounds. The rest o’ the -shipment belongs to us.”</p> -<p>Dick rose cautiously to his feet and commenced -to beat a panicky retreat. It would never do to be -caught eavesdropping. If he fell into Murky’s -hands at that moment, his life would be forfeit.</p> -<p>Careful as he was, it seemed to Dick that his -footsteps must have been heard plainly. A moment -later this feeling became a certainty. There came -to his ears a startled, anxious exclamation from one -of the men.</p> -<p>“Did yuh hear that?”</p> -<p>“It must have been the wind,” reassured the -other.</p> -<p>His heart beating wildly, Dick dropped to the -ground and wormed his way forward on his hands -and knees. A few yards farther on, he sprang to -his feet again and bolted away in the direction of -the house. Suddenly there appeared immediately -ahead the shadowy figure of a man. Dick stopped -short in his tracks, shaking in every limb.</p> -<p>His retreat was cut off!</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_56">56</div> -<h2 id="c6">CHAPTER VI -<br /><span class="small">MURKY TAKES A HAND</span></h2> -<p>“Is that you, Dick?”</p> -<p>The voice was Corporal Rand’s. Dick’s sigh of -relief was more like an explosive gasp. He tottered -forward a few steps and grasped the sleeve of the -policeman’s coat, clinging there like a person who -had found a friendly haven in the center of a whirlpool. -Gradually he recovered his self-possession.</p> -<p>“Did you see them too?” he asked.</p> -<p>“See whom?” demanded the corporal, whispering. -“What do you mean? What are you doing out -here? I thought I’d left you in bed.”</p> -<p>“I’ll explain,” answered Dick, “but first we’d better -go to my room. We’re not safe here.”</p> -<p>Entering the house a few moments later, they -made their way in silence along the hallway and -entered Dick’s room. Here the light from the oil -lamp, which stood on the table, seemed very bright -and cheerful to their eyes, which had become accustomed -to the intense darkness outside. Rand -started forward in surprise.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_57">57</div> -<p>“Good Heavens, my boy, you’re as white as a -ghost! What’s happened? What were you doing -outside?”</p> -<p>“You were gone so long I followed you,” explained -Dick. “What detained you?”</p> -<p>“Went out to the stable to look after my horse. -I put hay in the manger and then gave him a sheaf -of oats. I curried and bedded him down. Of -course, it took a little time.”</p> -<p>“And you didn’t hear voices—”</p> -<p>“No,” Rand replied, “I didn’t hear anything out-of-the-ordinary -until after I had left the stable and -heard you running.”</p> -<p>“I started out for the stable myself,” said Dick, -“but in the darkness I took the wrong path, the one -toward the warehouse. I heard someone talking -and I thought it was you at first, but as I came closer -I made out the voices of Murky Nichols and a man -named La Qua. I have some startling information -to give you, corporal.”</p> -<p>“Good boy! What is it, Dick?”</p> -<p>“The outlaws are sending a pack-train through -Blind Man’s Pass tomorrow night.”</p> -<p>Rand became visibly excited. A look of amazement -swept over his face, then, to Dick’s surprise, he -moved forward quickly and blew out the light.</p> -<p>“A light here may arouse their suspicions if -they’re still outside. We’ll sit in the dark for a -while. But go on, Dick—I’m interested. What -else did you overhear?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_58">58</div> -<p>“The pack-train will set out from the vicinity of -Settlement Mountain—wherever that is. There’s a -small cabin there. La Qua said there would be thirteen -horses in the train. They’re taking through a -little freight for Hart, about three thousand pounds. -The rest of the stuff belongs to Murky and his confederates.”</p> -<p>Corporal Rand whistled softly.</p> -<p>“It’s our chance. You’re a jewel, Dick! Information -like this is what we’ve been looking for for -months,” exulted the mounted policeman. “I happen -to know where Settlement Mountain is. Thirty -miles from here. Between Big Lake and the Settlement -House River.”</p> -<p>The mounted policeman struck a match in order -to consult his watch.</p> -<p>“It’s nearly one o’clock now,” he declared. “No -sleep for me tonight. Your information has upset -all my plans, Dick, and yours too. Just as soon as I -think the coast is clear, I’m going to steal out, saddle -my horse and ride over to see Sergeant Richardson.”</p> -<p>“What about our trip to the west coast?” Dick -asked. “Wouldn’t it be foolish for us to go by way -of the Yellowhead Pass now that there’s a chance to -follow Murky’s pack-train and discover the much -shorter route through Blind Man’s Pass?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_59">59</div> -<p>“Yes, it certainly would,” agreed the corporal. -“That’s why I just said that your information has -upset all our plans. We must make new ones right -away to fit the circumstances. Also it will be necessary -for us to move hurriedly and secretly. Instead -of sending you south tomorrow morning—or -this morning, to be exact—I’m going to ask the -three of you to start as quickly as possible for the -Big Lake country, which is almost due west of here. -You’d better pick out three fast ponies and head -straight for Wandley’s post—you know where that -is?”</p> -<p>Dick had often heard of Wandley’s post, although -he had never been there himself. Wandley was a -free trader, well known in the North, having for -many years conducted a thriving trade with the -Indians. His store or trading post was situated a -few miles south of Big Lake.</p> -<p>“Yes,” said Dick in answer to Rand’s question, -“I know where it is. I met Wandley himself about -a year ago. It’s about twenty-five miles over there, -and you follow the Settlement House River trail.”</p> -<p>“Right!”</p> -<p>Rand stepped closer to Dick and spoke in an undertone:</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_60">60</div> -<p>“Sometime before noon today, Constable Pearly—the -new man I told you about—will be at Wandley’s. -I’ll give you a message for him. This message -will explain who you are and why I have sent -you. The four of you, Constable Pearly, Sandy, -Toma and yourself will continue along the Settlement -House trail until you come to a bend in the -river. At this point you’ll leave the trail, strike -straight off through the woods and make camp at -the lower end of the bend just above the river. -Here you will remain in concealment until Sergeant -Richardson and I join you—sometime before dark.”</p> -<p>“What will we do then?” Dick asked a little -breathlessly.</p> -<p>“That will depend—” the corporal hesitated, -“upon circumstances and Sergeant Richardson. He -will be in command—not I. But I imagine, at least -it is very reasonable to suppose, that we’ll start at -once for the outlaws’ rendezvous, their meeting -place near the foot of Settlement Mountain.”</p> -<p>“But won’t it spoil everything if the outlaws see -us?” put in Dick.</p> -<p>“Of course! It’s exactly what we don’t want to -happen. We’ll be compelled to move very carefully. -Our only chance of finding Blind Man’s Pass -will be to follow La Qua and his pack-train at a safe -distance. We mustn’t be seen.”</p> -<p>“I suppose you’ll arrest La Qua and his men as -soon as they get to the pass?”</p> -<p>“Possibly. I think a better plan would be to follow -them straight through to the coast—to the big -cache they must have there. That is a suggestion -I’m going to make to Sergeant Richardson.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_61">61</div> -<p>Dick’s face fell. He was keenly disappointed. -The trip to the west coast, the search for the cache -of stolen fur, had suddenly, because of this new development, -gone glimmering. Constable Pearly and -Corporal Rand would probably be the ones now -chosen for this task. There was too much at stake, -the danger attending the task of following the outlaws -was too great to permit of any bungling. Here -was a job that required older heads and more experience.</p> -<p>“I guess that lets us out,” said Dick disconsolately. -“Sergeant Richardson wouldn’t hear of Sandy, -Toma and I going out there alone—following the -pack-train, I mean.”</p> -<p>Corporal Rand took Dick’s arm and gave it a -friendly squeeze.</p> -<p>“I’m afraid not. But don’t feel badly about it, -Dick, we may have other important work for you. -If I happen to be the one chosen to trail along after -La Qua, I’ll speak to the sergeant about you and the -chances are that he may consent to the three of you -accompanying me. I’ll promise to do all I can.”</p> -<p>“That will be splendid of you,” Dick blurted out. -“All of us will appreciate your kindness. I don’t -know how to thank you.”</p> -<p>“Don’t try,” laughed the policeman. “Everything -will be all right, I assure you. Where are your two -friends sleeping?”</p> -<p>“They’re bunking in the room next to the factor’s,” -answered Dick. “Shall I go and wake -them?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_62">62</div> -<p>“Wait until I go. First of all, I’d like to be sure -about the ponies. Unless you have them, you’ll -never be able to get over to Wandley’s in time to -meet Pearly.”</p> -<p>“Sandy and I have a pony each,” Dick assured -him. “They’re out in the stable now with four -others, which belong to Factor MacClaren. We’ll -pick out one of Mr. MacClaren’s horses for Toma. -If you say the word, we can saddle-up and be away -from here in less than fifteen minutes.”</p> -<p>“That’s the spirit!” Corporal Rand declared. -“However, it will not be necessary for you to start -as soon as that. I think you’d better remain for -about three-quarters of an hour after I leave. It -might be a good idea to take emergency rations and -an extra blanket or two. In eight or ten hours -there may be a decided change in the temperature. -It is always best to be prepared.”</p> -<p>The mounted policeman tip-toed softly over to -the table, struck a match and re-lit the lamp.</p> -<p>“Now, Dick,” he spoke hurriedly, “I’m going to -leave you. In a very few minutes I’ll be hitting -the trail. I want you to remember everything I’ve -told you—but above all, be cautious and careful. -When the time comes, wake Sandy and Toma and -make as little noise as possible. Unless it is absolutely -necessary, don’t disturb Factor MacClaren.” -He turned and held out his hand. “Good-bye, and -good luck to you!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_63">63</div> -<p>“Good-bye,” said Dick, accompanying the corporal -as far as the door. “I hope everything goes well -with you.”</p> -<p>A moment later, the door had closed behind the -trim, athletic figure and Dick was left with his mind -whirling confusedly. The events of the night, incident -following incident so closely, formed a chaotic -picture, which passed in review before his weary -eyes. With difficulty, he stifled a yawn at the same -time looking a wee bit covetously at the clean, white -bed at the far side of the room.</p> -<p>“I’ll wait here for ten or fifteen minutes before -I steal over to wake Toma and Sandy. Gee, I’m so -tired I don’t even dare to sit down.”</p> -<p>He began a restless pacing back and forth -across the room, occasionally glancing up at the -little clock that stood on a shelf near the door. -The minutes seemed interminable. A cold sweat -broke out upon his face, his hands twitched nervously.</p> -<p>“Still five minutes more,” sighed the impatient -young man. “This suspense is terrible. I hope—”</p> -<p>A slight noise in the hallway outside riveted his -attention. He swung about on his heel, took a few -steps forward, then stood stock still, shaking with -excitement. It seemed as if some ghostly hand was -opening the door. Slowly, a few inches at a time, -it swung on its hinges, and presently the bearded, -uncouth face of Murky Nichols appeared through -the aperture.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_64">64</div> -<p>“Stayin’ up kind o’ late, ain’t yuh?” he drawled -out in an insinuating voice.</p> -<p>Dick’s two hands went up to his chin. He made -a gesture of pain.</p> -<p>“I’ve been up all night with this pesky toothache,” -he said a little shakily. “Nothing that I can do has -seemed to help very much.”</p> -<p>Murky pushed his way into the room, his evil -mouth twisted into a sneer. At the same time, Dick -dropped back, edging his way over near the table, -where his rifle stood. Murky’s voice broke an interval -of silence.</p> -<p>“I shore feel sorry for yuh, young feller,” he -grimaced. “Toothache ain’t no fun. Ain’t anything -I can do, is there?”</p> -<p>“No,” answered Dick, “it will stop aching presently, -I hope. Thank you, just the same.”</p> -<p>As he spoke, he glanced furtively at the clock. It -was now twenty minutes after one—time to wake -Sandy and Toma. In less than half an hour they -were due to start for the Wandley post. His problem -now was to get rid of Nichols. On some pretext -or other he must induce Murky to leave the -room. But how?</p> -<p>Dick groaned inwardly as the prospector yanked -forward a chair and sat down. All the while his -black, penetrating eyes were studying him closely. -His manner and expression showed only too plainly -that he was not in the least deceived by Dick’s lie.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_65">65</div> -<p>“If I can’t help yuh, I can keep yuh company,” he -remarked, his thin lips curling up at the corners in -a faint indication of a smile.</p> -<p>“O, no, that won’t be necessary,” Dick hastened -to tell him. “You must be tired yourself. It has -stopped paining me a little now and I think I’ll pop -into bed. You’d better go to your own room, -Murky.”</p> -<p>With exasperating slowness, Nichols fumbled in -a pocket for tobacco and pipe. He stretched out his -long legs at the end of a few minutes, puffing contentedly. -Evidently, he had no intention of moving -just then.</p> -<p>Dick glanced at the clock again. He had grown -desperate—and angry. Back and forth he paced, -one hand held to his chin, trying to think of some -way in which he might outwit the imperturbable -prospector. Anger, finally, overcame his caution and -he stopped short in front of the lanky, indolent -form.</p> -<p>“I’ll have to ask you to get out,” he heard himself -saying. “I’m going to bed.”</p> -<p>Nichols looked up into Dick’s indignant face, -grinned exasperatingly, and rose lazily to his feet.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_66">66</div> -<p>“Well, all right, if yuh say so. I jes’ happened -to see your light under the door an’ I thought I’d -drop in. Feel kind o’ nervous myself after what -happened this afternoon. Don’t care atall ’bout -goin’ tuh bed. Guess I’ll walk up an’ down the hall -fer a while.”</p> -<p>Still grinning, he opened the door and went out. -That he actually intended to remain in the hallway -for a time, there could be no doubt. His suspicions -had become aroused and he had shown by his actions -that he was frankly skeptical of Dick’s story. Standing -guard outside, he had his youthful suspect almost -as completely under surveillance as if he had -remained in the room.</p> -<p>Dick bolted and locked his door and made ready -for his departure. Then he blew out the light and -sat down on the edge of the bed—waiting! Tears -of rage and exasperation welled into his eyes. They -were delayed now—and no immediate prospect of a -start. How long would Nichols keep watch in the -hallway? Dick gritted his teeth and swore vengeance -upon the wily outlaw.</p> -<p>The wind, rattling at the window, suddenly gave -him an idea. The window! Funny he hadn’t -thought about that before! It would be a simple -task to raise the sash and slip around the building to -Sandy’s and Toma’s room. Once there he would -tap lightly on the pane outside until Toma, ever a -restless sleeper, would come to admit him.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_67">67</div> -<p>A grim smile played around the corners of his -mouth as he thought about Murky standing guard -just outside his door to prevent his escape. He was -half-chuckling to himself as he tugged at the sash -there in the darkness. It went up with only a slight -squeak, and Dick slipped through the opening with -a wildly exultant heart.</p> -<p>Hurrying around the house, a few moments later -he stood just outside the sleeping boys’ window. -With his bared knuckles, he wrapped softly on a -square of glass, continuing intermittently until a -shadow appeared on the opposite side, and a sleepy -voice demanded to know what was the matter.</p> -<p>“Open up!” Dick called softly.</p> -<p>Toma complied willingly enough, and it was not -long before Dick stood within the room.</p> -<p>Whispering a word of warning to the young -Indian guide, he pulled a blanket from the bed and -threw it down in front of the door. Then he lit the -lamp. In night attire, rubbing his eyes sleepily, -Toma regarded his friend in wonderment. What -sort of trick was this? Dick’s and Sandy’s pranks -were well known to him, and, judging from the -broad smile that quickly lit up his usually mobile -features, it was apparent that he believed that Sandy -was to be made the victim of another practical joke. -However, Dick hurriedly disillusioned him.</p> -<p>“No fooling this time, Toma,” he whispered into -the Indian’s ear. “It may be a life or death matter. -The police want our help. We haven’t a minute to -lose.”</p> -<p>“What we do?” asked Toma.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_68">68</div> -<p>“We’re to carry a message to Constable Pearly -at Wandley’s post. It is nearly two in the morning -now. We must get there before noon.”</p> -<p>“How we go so fast like that?” Toma wanted to -know.</p> -<p>“Ponies,” answered Dick. “Wake Sandy up -while I gather together a few things we may need. -If Sandy starts talking before he is fully awake, -shove a pillow in his mouth. Get busy! We’ll have -to hurry!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_69">69</div> -<h2 id="c7">CHAPTER VII -<br /><span class="small">WANDLEY’S POST</span></h2> -<p>The boys reached Wandley’s Post shortly after -twelve o’clock and just in time to intercept Constable -Pearly, who had arrived early and was saddling up -in preparation for his departure. Their ponies covered -with mud and lather, Dick and his two companions -dashed into the compound and came to an -abrupt halt not twenty feet from the policeman himself, -who had come rushing to the door of the stable -at the first sound of clattering hoofs.</p> -<p>Dick stumbled from his mount and limped forward -with the message in his hands.</p> -<p>“From Corporal Rand at Fort Good Faith,” he -explained, presenting the letter. “I’m Dick Kent. -These are my two friends, Sandy MacClaren and -John Toma. At Corporal Rand’s request we rode -over from Fort Good Faith this morning.”</p> -<p>The corporal acknowledged the introduction with -a friendly smile and a hand-clasp for each of the -three mud-bespattered messengers. Then he tore up -the envelope. As he read its contents, a slight frown -settled and overspread his face.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_70">70</div> -<p>“This is important news. Thanks very much for -bringing it over. I see that the three of you are to -go with me.”</p> -<p>“Yes; that’s what we understood,” Dick replied.</p> -<p>Pearly rubbed his chin thoughtfully.</p> -<p>“It’s only a few miles from here to our destination. -You’ll have plenty of time to rest and get -something to eat before we start.”</p> -<p>Sandy greeted this declaration with an exclamation -of approval. The boys were ravenously hungry -and so stiff and sore that they could scarcely walk. -Loss of sleep and the hard ride from Fort Good -Faith had worn Dick’s endurance to a shred. He -was nearly tottering as he reached out for the bridle-reins -of his pony and led the fagged and foot-sore -little beast through the open door of the stable.</p> -<p>A few minutes later, having cared for their tired -mounts, they accompanied Constable Pearly to -Wandley’s trading room. Just outside the door, -Dick, happening to glance through the window, drew -back suddenly with a cry of surprise. Seated at one -of the tables was the burly figure of La Qua, and -immediately opposite, their heads bent forward in -discussion, were the two half-breeds who had played -such a conspicuous part in the affairs of the previous -day. Dick seized Pearly’s arm, just as the latter -reached for the latch-string.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_71">71</div> -<p>“We can’t go in there, constable,” he declared -excitedly, his voice hoarse and tremulous. “Quick! -Let’s get away from here. If we step inside, it’ll -spoil everything.”</p> -<p>In spite of Sandy’s remonstrances and the policeman’s -puzzled and questioning look, Dick hurriedly -led the way back to the compound before he could -be induced to offer a single word of explanation.</p> -<p>“It’s La Qua,” he broke forth eagerly, “the man -who will be in charge of the pack-train Murky is -sending over to Blind Man’s Pass tonight. He was -sitting in there at one of the tables. He’s already -suspicious of me, and it would never do to meet him -again now.”</p> -<p>“Are you sure it’s La Qua?” Pearly wished to -know.</p> -<p>Dick nodded his head emphatically.</p> -<p>“Yes, I am sure. He was over at Good Faith -yesterday—in fact, until one o’clock this morning—consulting -with Murky Nichols. One of the two -men with him is the half-breed Corporal Rand arrested -for attempting to stab Nichols.”</p> -<p>“Stab Nichols!” Pearly’s face lit up with sudden -interest. “I hadn’t heard about it. When did this -happen?”</p> -<p>“Yesterday afternoon,” Dick replied. “I thought -perhaps Rand had mentioned it to you in his letter.”</p> -<p>“No,” answered Pearly, “he had too many other -things to tell me. Most of his message was taken -up with instructions which we are to follow as soon -as we leave this post.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_72">72</div> -<p>Sandy’s dispirited face clouded still more as the -moments passed. Unable longer to withstand the -gnawing demands of his stomach, he stepped forward -and demanded:</p> -<p>“What about something to eat? Just because that -blamed outlaw is sitting in there, is no reason why -we should all go hungry. Constable Pearly, isn’t -there something you can suggest?”</p> -<p>“Certainly,” smiled the constable, “I can easily -arrange that. But first we’d better find a more suitable -hiding place than this.”</p> -<p>“What about the loft in the stable?” proposed -Dick.</p> -<p>“As good a place as any,” Pearly decided, glancing -across at Sandy’s wan and disconsolate features.</p> -<p>“I’ll hustle back to the trading room and purchase a -few things for you to eat. While I’m doing that, -the three of you can go up to the loft.”</p> -<p>The boys entered the barn and climbed the rickety -ladder to the floor above. Crossing over to a large -pile of hay, they flung themselves down to await the -constable’s return. It was not long before he reappeared.</p> -<p>With a sigh of intense satisfaction, Sandy reached -out for the packages Pearly had handed over and -began dividing their contents.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_73">73</div> -<p>“I had a good look at this man, La Qua, and the -three half-breeds,” the policeman informed them. -“From what little of their conversation I was able to -overhear, it is evident that they are about to leave -Wandley’s. They’ll probably proceed at once to -Settlement Mountain.”</p> -<p>“Will they follow the same trail as we will?” -asked Dick.</p> -<p>Constable Pearly nodded. “Yes, there’s only one -route which leads off in that direction. They will -go directly past the bend in the river, where we are -to await the coming of Richardson and Rand. Our -best plan is to remain here until La Qua and his two -men leave. Then we can follow them leisurely. -As I said before, we have only a few miles to go. -I think we’d better not take our horses with us. I’ll -make arrangements with Wandley himself to have -them looked after.”</p> -<p>Pearly excused himself, and a short time later the -boys could hear his measured tread across the frozen -ground outside.</p> -<p>“He’ll keep a sharp eye on La Qua,” decided -Sandy. “I don’t imagine the outlaw will stay here -very long if they are really planning to set out with -the pack-train tonight.”</p> -<p>“Constable Pearly him pretty good policeman,” -said Toma.</p> -<p>“Yes, he’s the new man from the Peace River -detachment,” Dick explained. “Corporal Rand -spoke highly of him.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_74">74</div> -<p>Sandy yawned and stretched out his legs. Since -eating, it was quite apparent that he felt much better. -Eyes twinkling, he looked across at Dick.</p> -<p>“I’m beginning to feel like a new man myself. -I’ll be ready to start any time. I honestly believe, -Dick, that I’m going to enjoy this adventure almost -as much as I would the trip to the coast. Hope -nothing happens to prevent a change in the outlaws’ -plans to start for the pass tonight.”</p> -<p>“I don’t believe anything is likely to occur now,” -responded Dick. “La Qua seems to be very anxious -to return to Settlement Mountain. I’ll be very much -surprised if the pack-train doesn’t leave there soon -after dark.”</p> -<p>The boys were so busily engaged in discussing the -proposed trip that they did not hear Constable Pearly -when he stole silently up the ladder and emerged to -the loft. Dick turned quickly at the policeman’s -approach, then started in surprise. The constable’s -face was grave, his manner a little furtive. A slight -frown had etched more deeply the lines in his forehead. -As he came over to where the three boys sat, -he raised a finger to his lips.</p> -<p>“I can’t understand it,” he whispered. “The two -half-breeds have gone! But that isn’t all! Murky -Nichols rode up to the door of the trading room a -few minutes ago, and he and La Qua are conferring -now just outside. I wonder what it means?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_75">75</div> -<p>Dick’s face fell. Here was an unlooked-for turn -of events. A feeling of disappointment swept over -him. So Murky had become alarmed and had left -Fort Good Faith as soon as he had discovered that -he, Dick, had eluded him. Was he here to instruct -La Qua not to send the pack-train of stolen fur -through the pass?</p> -<p>In as few words as possible, Dick informed Pearly -of the incidents of the previous night, describing -Murky’s suspicious attitude when he had forced his -way into Dick’s room.</p> -<p>“Do you think,” he concluded, “that Nichols has -come expressly for the purpose of warning La -Qua?”</p> -<p>The constable folded his arms and stood for a -short time, his brow wrinkled in thought.</p> -<p>“It is hard to guess what will be the outcome of -this visit,” he answered finally, “or to know definitely -Murky’s purpose. But it is easy to see that -he came here on some matter of extreme importance. -His horse nearly dropped from exhaustion -as he rode in. Its flanks were steaming wet, spattered -with mud, while under its belly were two horrible -welts which the brute had inflicted with his -spurs. At any other time, I would have arrested -Murky on the spot for cruelty to a poor dumb animal.”</p> -<p>As he spoke, Pearly’s eyes flashed with indignation.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_76">76</div> -<p>“He’s driven furiously all the way from Fort -Good Faith,” he went on. “He would never have -done that unless the occasion warranted the effort.”</p> -<p>“I guess we’d better remain in hiding,” trembled -Sandy. “Do you think we’ll be safe here, constable?”</p> -<p>A ghost of a smile played across the policeman’s -weather-tanned features.</p> -<p>“If you mean ‘safe from detection’—I doubt it. -Sooner or later some one is certain to enter this loft -and will find you here. Murky may lead his horse -into the stable at any moment.”</p> -<p>“Even if he does, he may not come to the loft,” -reasoned Dick. “There is plenty of hay piled up in -the stable below.”</p> -<p>“But what about your ponies? Wouldn’t he -recognize them?”</p> -<p>Dick and Sandy gasped in unison. Toma bounded -to his feet with a guttural exclamation of dismay.</p> -<p>“Nichols be sure know ponies right away,” he -declared excitedly.</p> -<p>“What do you think we’d better do?” Sandy -quavered.</p> -<p>“Get your horses out of the stable as quickly as -possible,” Pearly replied. “This young man here”—indicating -Toma—“can give me a hand. Come -on! We’ll have to hurry. You two,” motioning -Dick and Sandy to remain seated, “will remain here. -I’ll let you know just as soon as the coast is clear. -I may possibly find another hiding place.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_77">77</div> -<p>“They’ll take them out through the back door,” -said Dick.</p> -<p>A noise below, followed by the creaking of a door, -indicated to the boys that Constable Pearly and -Toma were taking out the ponies. Soon after another -sound came from the front of the building. -Almost immediately, Dick heard someone walking -across the stable floor and the gruff voices of La -Qua and Nichols.</p> -<p>Although they listened intently, neither Dick nor -Sandy could hear any of the conversation. The -rumbling tones died away presently. A tense moment -had passed. Sandy rose and tip-toed across -the loft, endeavoring to peep out through a narrow -slit between the logs. He was about to turn to -come back, when he became visibly excited, motioning -frantically to his chum.</p> -<p>“La Qua has taken out his horse!” he whispered -breathlessly to Dick, as soon as the other had joined -him.</p> -<p>“Is Murky going with him?” asked Dick.</p> -<p>Sandy stepped back to permit the other to look -through the tiny aperture.</p> -<p>“No,” he answered. “From the look of it, Murky -intends to remain here. La Qua is probably going -on to Settlement Mountain.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_78">78</div> -<p>Dick caught sight of a fleeting roan, upon which -was astride the slouching, unkempt figure of La -Qua. Then abruptly he was startled by the sound -of the door of the stable creaking open again, and a -few moments later, heavy steps upon the ladder, -leading to the loft.</p> -<p>For one brief moment, Dick’s heart leaped to his -throat. Had Murky Nichols learned of their presence -there? Or was it Constable Pearly and Toma? -He and Sandy stood shaking with suppressed excitement, -their eyes riveted on the trap-door. Both -breathed a sigh of relief as the flushed face of the -mounted policeman appeared through the opening. -Behind him, came Toma. Dick and Sandy rushed -forward excitedly to meet them.</p> -<p>“Do you think La Qua is going on to Settlement -Mountain?” Dick asked.</p> -<p>The constable paused to brush the dust from his -tunic. A thoughtful expression shadowed his face.</p> -<p>“This thing is getting more and more complicated,” -he finally broke forth. “I don’t know what -to make of it. If La Qua has really gone on to -Settlement Mountain in anticipation of the trip tonight, -I can’t understand why Nichols did not accompany -him.”</p> -<p>“Perhaps he is here to watch our movements,” -said Dick. “He may have heard of our arrival.”</p> -<p>Pearly compressed his lips and looked searchingly -at the three boys.</p> -<p>“Did any one see you when you rode up?” he -demanded.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_79">79</div> -<p>Sandy and Dick both shook their heads, but Toma—it -was quite apparent—had important information -to impart.</p> -<p>“I see ’em two fellows walk away from compound -just when we ride up,” came his startling revelation. -“Me no sure, but I think mebbe one fellow -him white man.”</p> -<p>“Where did they go?” snapped Pearly.</p> -<p>“Don’t know,” answered the young Indian guide. -“When we get close I see ’em no more. Mebbe -they walk around building and go in trading room.”</p> -<p>A deep silence followed this last statement. -Pearly regarded Dick with questioning eyes. Sandy -rubbed his chin thoughtfully.</p> -<p>“Do you suppose that it was La Qua and one of -the half-breeds, and that they recognized us?”</p> -<p>The constable made an impatient gesture.</p> -<p>“This is all conjecture and will get us nowhere. -We have no way of determining whether the outlaws -know you are here or not. The thing to do is -to assume that they haven’t seen you, and lay our -plans accordingly. Toma and I have staked out the -ponies about a hundred yards from here in a shallow -coulee that slopes down to the shore of Settlement -House River. Your next move will be to get over -there without Murky seeing you.”</p> -<p>“But what will we do with the ponies now?” -Sandy interposed.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_80">80</div> -<p>“I’m coming to that. As I previously informed -you, I had intended to ask Wandley to look after -them. That is out of the question now with Nichols -here. They must remain hidden from his inquisitive -eyes—kept out of sight entirely. The only thing I -can think of just now is to take them with us to the -meeting place near the bend of the river.”</p> -<p>The constable paused for a brief moment before -he resumed:</p> -<p>“Please listen to me closely. I’m going back to -the trading room and strike up an acquaintance with -our friend, Mr. Nichols. I’ll engage him in conversation -for ten or fifteen minutes. That will give -you plenty of time to make your way to the coulee -undetected. Wait for five or six minutes after I -go before you leave the loft.”</p> -<p>“When we get to the coulee,” inquired Dick, -“we’re to wait for you. Is that the understanding?”</p> -<p>“Yes,” nodded Pearly, turning to go, “I’ll rejoin -you there in half an hour. I’ll ride my own horse -over.”</p> -<p>Without further word, the policeman disappeared -through the opening again, much to the amusement -of Sandy.</p> -<p>“He must be tired climbing up and down that ladder,” -he grinned. “Is this the fourth or the fifth -time he’s been up here?”</p> -<p>“This is no joking matter,” Dick reproved him. -“Sandy, I’ve left my watch at home. Have you got -yours?”</p> -<p>“Yes,” answered Sandy, feeling in his pocket.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_81">81</div> -<p>“Better hold it in your hand until the time comes -for us to slip away from here.”</p> -<p>Sandy followed out the suggestion with alacrity. -Silence fell over the little party, a silence so deep -that Dick could have sworn that he could hear the -faint ticking of his chum’s watch. An interminable -period seemed to have passed before Sandy raised -his arm.</p> -<p>“Time to go!” he whispered eagerly.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_82">82</div> -<h2 id="c8">CHAPTER VIII -<br /><span class="small">THE AMBUSCADE</span></h2> -<p>Toma led the way to the coulee where the ponies -were picketed. On the road thither they had met no -one, and were in consequence in high spirits as they -pushed forward through the trees, entered the draw, -and came finally to the screen of thicket beyond -which the horses munched contentedly on the dry -grass covering the space around them.</p> -<p>Dick noted with deep concern that the wind had -veered round more to the north and that the weather -had become appreciably cooler. As yet there was no -hint of a storm. Scarcely a cloud could be seen -across the blue expanse of sky.</p> -<p>Sandy drew his coat more tightly about him and -sat down in the shelter of a small thicket, while Dick -and Toma began a restless pacing back and forth in -the cleared space near the ponies. They were thus -occupied when the sound of clattering hoofs heralded -the approach of Constable Pearly.</p> -<p>A moment later he drew up in front of them, -smiling down cheerily.</p> -<p>“I guess we might as well start,” he declared.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_83">83</div> -<p>“As soon as you boys have saddled up, we’ll strike -off along the Settlement River trail. We have plenty -of time and can proceed slowly.”</p> -<p>The boys hastened to obey. Presently they drew -away from the coulee, keeping well within the shelter -of spruce and jack-pine bordering the river. A few -hundred yards farther on they picked up the faint -thread of a trail, which soon brought them to the -main travelled road. Here, two abreast, Constable -Pearly and Toma in the lead, they jaunted leisurely -along.</p> -<p>Conversation lagged. For some unknown reason, -the little party rode under a cloud of dejection. -Pearly’s face had become set and stern; Sandy -slumped in his saddle; Toma’s eyes wandered furtively -from side to side; while Dick himself was -obsessed by a sense of foreboding. This feeling persisted -as they continued slowly on their way. Strive -as he would against it, he could not shake off the -thought of impending disaster. It was as if the -gray spectre of some great trouble followed in their -rear.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_84">84</div> -<p>Dick wondered if this unpleasant phantasm had -come as the result of his nervous strain and lack of -sleep, or if it was really a warning. Ought he to -tell Constable Pearly? Pressing his heels against -his pony’s flanks, he cantered up behind the policeman -for the purpose of doing so, but on second -thought decided against it. Pearly would probably -laugh at him and with just cause, for his fears were -groundless. It was folly even to think about it. -He must endeavor to get a better grip of himself.</p> -<p>A moment later, he wished he had acted upon his -first impulse. The constable suddenly threw his -hands high in the air and dropped from his saddle. -The reverberating report of a rifle, a puff of smoke -from the side of the trail, the fleeting glimpse of -someone hurtling away through the underbrush—all -were vivid impressions, indelibly traced across -Dick’s mind. With a snort of fear, his horse had -thrown himself back so abruptly that its rider had -nearly become unseated. Dick sprang to the ground -just as Toma, who had already dismounted, stooped -over Pearly’s prostrate form.</p> -<p>“Is he dead!” gasped Dick.</p> -<p>Sandy rode up, his cheeks ashen with horror, a -revolver gripped in one trembling hand.</p> -<p>“The half-breed!” he faltered. “The same man -who tried to stab Nichols. I saw him!”</p> -<p>“The yellow, despicable cur!”</p> -<p>As he spoke, Dick placed two hands gently under -the constable’s broad shoulders, and supporting the -wounded man’s head against his own body, raised -the limp, but still breathing, form to a more upright -position.</p> -<p>“He may be mortally wounded,” he declared in a -stricken voice. “We must do something quickly. -We’ll have to take him back to Wandley’s post.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_85">85</div> -<p>Toma quickly unbuttoned the policeman’s tunic. -A red stain colored the cloth beneath. With his -hunting knife, the young guide slit open the shirt -and undergarment, revealing the wound itself—a -dangerous one, a few inches below the right arm-pit.</p> -<p>As Dick well knew, every member of the mounted -police force was required to carry a first-aid kit. -Acting upon this knowledge, he and Toma hurriedly -went through the stricken man’s pockets until they -discovered the object of their search. Absorbent -cotton, bandages, adhesive tape and a small bottle -of disinfectant were yanked out of the container and -placed in handy proximity. Toma began the work -of dressing the wound with the calm deliberateness -of an experienced surgeon. At the end of a few -minutes he straightened up, breathing a sigh of -relief.</p> -<p>“Mebbe by do that we help save his life,” he murmured -hopefully. “Next thing—how we get him -back to Wandley’s? Constable Pearly him too big -to tie on horse. What you think?”</p> -<p>The boys looked from one to the other in dismay. -How indeed, was this imperative task to be accomplished. -Dick thrust his hands disconsolately in his -pockets, unable to think of any adequate plan. Sandy -dismounted and strode forward.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_86">86</div> -<p>“Do you suppose that we could place him on one -of the smaller ponies,” he suggested, “and support -him by riding on either side—three horses abreast? -It seems to be the only way. We could link our -arms in his and drive carefully.”</p> -<p>Dick and Toma remained thoughtful for a moment, -considering Sandy’s plan.</p> -<p>“It may work,” Dick decided. “At any rate, we -must do something quickly.”</p> -<p>To raise the limp and heavy figure to the saddle -proved to be a difficult task. The ponies snorted -and swung back. Dick was almost in despair before -they finally succeeded in getting the wounded man -in place and had made a start for Wandley’s post. -He rode on one side of the policeman and Toma on -the other. Long before they had traversed the first -few hundred yards, their arms ached from the burden. -Also some difficulty was experienced in keeping -the ponies together.</p> -<p>In places, where the trail narrowed down to a -mere foot-path, they were compelled to break the -close formation. At such times, one of the boys -would be compelled to dismount and support the -figure from the ground until the road again grew -wider.</p> -<p>Altogether, it was a sorry and dejected group that -made its way back over the selfsame route they had -come only a few minutes before. In the twinkling -of an eye, the carefully laid plans of Corporal Rand -had miscarried. Their hopes had gone glimmering. -Murky Nichols had shown his hand. One of Dick’s -greatest worries just now was that the crafty outlaw -himself would soon witness their arrival at the post.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_87">87</div> -<p>Moving along carefully, their arms and shoulders -aching from the strain put upon them, they came at -last within sight of Wandley’s. As they emerged -upon the small prairie, at the far side of which the -post was situated, they came directly in the path of -a sharp “northwester.” The smiling sky of an hour -previous had become leaden with menace. Dun, -metal-colored clouds scudded before the wind. The -horizon, black and threatening, indicated only too -plainly the approach of a storm.</p> -<p>They rode up to the door of the trading room in -a dispirited silence. A curious group gathered about -them. Anxiously, Dick scanned the unfamiliar -faces, expecting to see that of Murky Nichols. But -the outlaw was not there. Willing hands assisted -them in lifting Pearly down from his precarious seat -and help carry him within. The solicitous figure of -Wandley himself presently pushed forward through -the crowd.</p> -<p>“Mon Dieu! What has happened?” cried a voice.</p> -<p>“A policeman!” gasped Wandley, his good-humored -face suddenly gray with concern. “Who shot -him?”</p> -<p>Sandy mumbled something under his breath. -Dick turned his head and looked up appealingly into -the horrified eyes of the free trader.</p> -<p>“Will you help us out, Mr. Wandley? Constable -Pearly’s condition is serious.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_88">88</div> -<p>Wandley took in the situation at a glance. He -was a man of action. In an incredibly short space -he had placed a room at the policeman’s disposal, -and in various ways assisted in making him comfortable. -A short time later, the three boys followed -Wandley to the trading room, where they told the -story of the ambuscade.</p> -<p>The free trader listened with rapt attention. A -stolid, heavy-set man, known throughout the North -for his honesty and sincerity of purpose, he showed -by his manner and expression unmistakably what -he thought of the outrage.</p> -<p>“Who do you suppose could have been guilty of -such a dastardly attack?” he asked at the conclusion -of the boys’ recital. “Did you see the person who -fired the shot?”</p> -<p>Sandy was about to tell Wandley of his suspicions, -when Dick silenced him with a look. Other persons -were within hearing and might carry the information -to Nichols.</p> -<p>“No,” he lied deliberately, “we haven’t the faintest -idea. Sandy, here, thought he caught a glimpse of -a person running in the underbrush shortly after the -shot was fired. But we have no knowledge of his -identity.”</p> -<p>Wandley turned sympathetic eyes upon his three -informants.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_89">89</div> -<p>“I’ll see that everything possible is done for -Pearly,” he promised them. “I’m sending over to -the Indian village for a native doctor who has often -proved to be very good in cases of this kind.”</p> -<p>The boys thanked the free trader and turned to go. -They still had time to reach the bend in the river -before the coming of Sergeant Richardson and Corporal -Rand. Their own ponies were waiting outside. -At the door, moved by a sudden impulse, Dick -pressed Sandy’s arm significantly, then hurried back -to Wandley’s side.</p> -<p>“May I have a word with you for a moment?” -he inquired meaningly.</p> -<p>The free trader started back in surprise.</p> -<p>“Why certainly. What is it?”</p> -<p>Motioning the other to follow, he led the way to -an inner room, which served as Wandley’s office.</p> -<p>“Now what’s the trouble, my boy?” he asked.</p> -<p>Dick stood awkwardly, cap in hand, a little confused, -a little doubtful whether, after all, it would be -good policy to ask the question now uppermost in -his mind. Wandley seemed to sense the young -man’s difficulty. He patted Dick’s arm.</p> -<p>“Don’t be afraid to speak up, if it is anything of -importance,” he said reassuringly. “You can trust -me absolutely.”</p> -<p>Dick smiled across at the grizzled, earnest face.</p> -<p>“All right, Mr. Wandley, there is something I -want to know.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_90">90</div> -<p>“What is it?”</p> -<p>“Did you see Murky Nichols here an hour or two -ago, when he arrived here at the post?”</p> -<p>“Yes,” Wandley unhesitatingly replied. “He rode -in here like a dozen furies shortly after one o’clock. -But he’s gone now.”</p> -<p>“So he’s really gone?” Dick breathed a sigh of -relief.</p> -<p>“Yes,” answered the free trader, wondering what -his young interrogator was driving at.</p> -<p>“How long since he left?” came the next question.</p> -<p>“Not more than fifteen or twenty minutes ago. -He was hardly out of sight before you came in with -Pearly.”</p> -<p>“Which trail did he take?”</p> -<p>“The one to Fort Good Faith.”</p> -<p>Dick stepped forward and pressed the huge hand -of the free trader.</p> -<p>“Thank you very much. I’ll explain sometime, -Mr. Wandley, but I’ll have to hurry now. We’ll -stop in to see you on our return.”</p> -<p>Saying which, Dick hurried through the door, -crossed the trading room and quickly rejoined his -two friends outside.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_91">91</div> -<h2 id="c9">CHAPTER IX -<br /><span class="small">THE MEETING PLACE</span></h2> -<p>Faint flecks of snow were falling as they took the -first turn in the trail at top speed. The wind had -increased in velocity. It had become a gale that bent -the tops of the spruce and poplar, driving down a -fine icy sleet through the trees. Toma raised -anxious eyes to the lowering sky and presently -shrieked out above the roar of the approaching -storm:</p> -<p>“Big blizzard come pretty soon. How far we go -before we get to bend in river?”</p> -<p>“It’s only a short distance,” Dick answered, yelling -at the top of his voice.</p> -<p>At a brisk canter, they passed the place of the -recent ambuscade, soon afterward following the -trail across an open meadow in the very teeth of the -storm. For a moment a white, driving curtain of -snow almost suffocated them. Only with difficulty -could they drive their ponies into it.</p> -<p>“We’re licked!” shouted Sandy. “I dread to think -of waiting for anyone in this blizzard. The pack-train -will never be able to start tonight.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_92">92</div> -<p>When they had gained the woodland again, it was -almost impossible to make out their surroundings -clearly. Overhead was a gray impenetrable blur. -Within the shelter of the trees, when Dick, straining -his eyes against the whirling particles of snow, endeavored -to get his bearings, he could see scarcely -fifty yards ahead. Somewhere off to the right was -Settlement House River. Judging from the distance -they had already come, they must be close to their -destination right now.</p> -<p>Dick drew up his horse sharply, calling a halt. -His two chums came closer.</p> -<p>“I think we’ve gone far enough,” was Sandy’s -opinion, as they sat huddled on their tired mounts, -looking into each other’s apprehensive eyes. “My -suggestion is to leave the trail here and strike off to -the right in the direction of the river. What do you -think, Toma?”</p> -<p>The guide did not immediately reply. His face -was calm and expressionless. There was no outward -manifestation of his secret, inner emotions. Just -then he was not thinking of the bend in the river at -all. Indeed, he had become so absorbed in his own -thoughts that he was scarcely conscious even of the -presence of his two companions. At that particular -moment his mind was concentrated on a matter of extreme -importance. He gazed sombrely at the trail at -their feet, across which, plainly visible in the freshly -fallen snow, were the imprints of moccasined feet.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_93">93</div> -<p>Only a few minutes before someone had passed -that way. The quick mind of the guide reverted to -the shooting of Constable Pearly. From ambush, a -man had deliberately shot down the mounted policeman. -Were these tracks, which he saw now, made -by that selfsame man? Was the half-breed planning -a second attack?</p> -<p>Toma did not wish to alarm Dick and Sandy needlessly. -Yet he was possessed of a feeling—intuitive -perhaps—that the near presence of the man boded -no good to them. If it was the same person who -had wounded Constable Pearly, it was reasonable to -suppose that he would not hesitate to draw a gun -upon them.</p> -<p>It was a predicament indeed—and one fraught -with danger. The footprints led away in the same -direction that Sandy now proposed to go. It would -be foolhardy for the three of them to take a chance. -Turning the problem over and over in his mind, -Toma came to a decision.</p> -<p>“No use all three ride over an’ try find ’em place -where we meet Sergeant Richardson. What you say -I go alone? Sandy, you Dick stay here in shelter of -bush. No take ’em me very long. If I find bend, -I come back pretty quick an’ let you know.”</p> -<p>The young guide’s proposal did not meet with the -instant approval that he had expected.</p> -<p>“No,” growled Sandy, “we can all go. What’s -the use of staying here?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_94">94</div> -<p>“Look here, Toma,” interposed Dick, “three pairs -of eyes are better than one.”</p> -<p>Toma scowled. He feigned an angry indifference. -“All right. I do what you say. I think you ’fraid -mebbe poor Toma get lost.”</p> -<p>Sandy reached up and snapped off the brittle twig -from a branch just over his head. He regarded it -reflectively.</p> -<p>“Pshaw! Let him have his own way, Dick. If -he insists, I don’t mind in the least. I’m going to -crawl off this old nag of mine and stretch my legs.”</p> -<p>As if the matter were already settled, Sandy -scrambled off his mount and led it over to a thick -clump of bushes, which offered better protection -from the storm. After a moment’s hesitation, Dick -followed his example. The two crouched there while -Toma sprang to the ground, tied his horse to a -young sapling and then struck off sharply to the -right on foot. In a few seconds he became lost to -view.</p> -<p>Dick and Sandy brushed away the snow from a -small space in front of them and sat down, weary -and disheartened. The ponies turned with their -backs to the wind. Dick was so sleepy and tired -from his long hours of wakefulness that he had -scarcely sat down when his head began to nod, and -soon after he drowsed off completely. How long -he slept he did not know. He was awakened by the -hand of his chum, clawing roughly, excitedly at his -shoulder. He opened his eyes to look into the startled -face of his friend.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_95">95</div> -<p>“Did you hear it?” gasped Sandy.</p> -<p>Bewildered from sleep, Dick could not imagine -what sound Sandy alluded to, when abruptly there -came to his ears the faint report of a rifle.</p> -<p>“There it is again!”</p> -<p>The boys jumped to their feet, gazing fearfully -out through the storm. They trembled at the -thought of what might now have happened. They -stood shivering in the teeth of the icy gale, their -faces gray with apprehension. After a time, following -the first shock, Dick turned to Sandy.</p> -<p>“It frightened me at first,” he confessed. -“Thought it was the half-breed. For a moment, I -didn’t think about Toma. He probably saw a moose -or bear and fired at it.”</p> -<p>Sandy was not so sure. He shook his head doggedly, -staring gloomily away in the direction of the -river.</p> -<p>“We’d better investigate, Dick,” he trembled. -“Even if Toma did see a moose, I doubt very much -whether he would have taken a shot at it.”</p> -<p>“The hunting instinct in every Indian is strong,” -argued his chum. “Even you or I would have been -liable to act the same under similar circumstances.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_96">96</div> -<p>Sandy was not convinced. With his moccasined -feet he kicked at a drift of freshly fallen snow. -Nervously, his hand played with the holster at his -belt.</p> -<p>“Perhaps I’m foolish, but I can’t help thinking -that something has gone wrong. The sound we just -heard, although fainter, was very much like the one -we heard this afternoon when Pearly was wounded. -Besides, if I remember correctly, Toma has no rifle. -All he has in the way of firearms is a small automatic, -which could not possibly make as much noise -as we heard just now.”</p> -<p>Dick’s face became sober again. He looked at -Sandy in alarm.</p> -<p>“But all of us had rifles strapped to our saddles -when we set out from Fort Good Faith,” he pointed -out.</p> -<p>“You and I—but not Toma! When Toma and I -went out on our hunting trip a few days ago, he -broke the trigger-spring on his gun, and yesterday, -when we returned, he left it at the Indian village to -be repaired. When you wakened us last night, I -had my rifle in my room. Toma had none. I know -I’m right about this, Dick.”</p> -<p>It was the other’s turn to become alarmed. With -an excited exclamation he stepped forward, and -with fumbling fingers began to remove his own rifle -from the saddle. Sandy followed suit. Without -further preliminary, they hurried to the rescue.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_97">97</div> -<p>Shoulders hunched, faces wet with melting snow, -they darted forward through the underbrush. Dick’s -heart was beating miserably at the thought of this -new danger. Had Toma also been waylaid—probably -murdered? Desperately, he stared ahead, expecting -momentarily to find the crumpled figure of -the young guide lying in the snow. They progressed -farther and farther away from the trail. Sandy’s -breath came in choking gasps.</p> -<p>“Toma! Toma!” he kept repeating.</p> -<p>Presently their hopes mounted. Thus far they -had found nothing. Perhaps the young Indian was -still alive. Perhaps in some miraculous way he had -escaped the half-breed’s death-dealing bullets.</p> -<p>Through the blinding snow-mist directly ahead, -they made out the vague outline of Settlement House -River. Toma’s tracks had become obliterated here. -They had emerged upon an open space across which -the wind had full sweep. They would be unable -now to track Toma down. If they found him at all, -it would be through some lucky chance, rather than -through any direct effort on their part. Fifty yards -ahead, standing like a huge sentinel, guarding the -descent to the river, the boys discerned a large jack-pine.</p> -<p>Toward it they made their way, reached it after a -short interval, and glanced down along the slope -expectantly. But there was no sign of anyone. The -storm now had reached its height. Snow and sleet -lashed across the earth. Trees bent their heads before -the furious blast. Both Dick and Sandy had -seen many blizzards, but never such a one as this.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_98">98</div> -<p>Sandy took Dick’s arm and shouted above the -roar of the storm.</p> -<p>“No use in standing here, Dick. We may miss -Toma altogether. If he’s alive, he’s probably back -to the trail by this time. Come on! Let’s hurry -over there ourselves.”</p> -<p>With a last look along the slope, Dick was about -to turn, when he saw the dim outline of something -just ahead. Straining his eyes, one hand shielding -his face from the driving snow, he made out, at -length, what was unmistakably the figure of a man. -Could it be Toma? The man was afoot. Quickly, -Dick started back, overcome by sudden fear. It was -the half-breed—and he carried a rifle!</p> -<p>Springing forward down the slope, Dick pulled -Sandy after him. Just ahead, a thick screen of -bushes—now weighted down with snow—would -hide them from view. Yet here it would still be possible -to watch the movements of the figure proceeding -toward them on the level ground above the slope.</p> -<p>Sandy removed his parka and glared back toward -the spot Dick had indicated.</p> -<p>“The half-breed!” he whispered hoarsely. “The -same man who shot Constable Pearly. What do -you suppose has happened to Toma?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_99">99</div> -<p>Rifle in hand, the half-breed came on, looking furtively -to the right and left. He seemed oblivious to -the storm. In a few moments he had approached to -within fifty feet of the place where the boys lay concealed.</p> -<p>Instinctively, Dick and Sandy reached for their -revolvers. But before they could be drawn from -their holsters, the half-breed accomplished an incredible -and surprising movement. His head went back -with a jerk—so suddenly that he nearly lost his balance. -For a moment he stood stock still, then leaped -for the protecting trunk of a poplar. Above the -roaring of the wind and storm, the boys heard distinctly -the sound of a muffled report.</p> -<p>The boys rose to their feet with a cry of joy. -Well they knew the meaning of the half-breed’s -actions and the sound they had heard. Toma was -still alive! Not only that—he was carrying on a -sort of running fight with the outlaw. Sandy flourished -his own gun, and, had Dick not prevented it, -would have fired point-blank at the figure, which, -though sheltered from Toma’s fire by the poplar, -offered a splendid target for the boys.</p> -<p>“Here, Sandy!” remonstrated Dick. “Don’t do -that. Stop!”</p> -<p>“I haven’t forgotten Constable Pearly,” Sandy retorted -angrily. “The fellow deserves it.”</p> -<p>“Possibly he does. But it’s not your place to -retaliate. Toma is well able to look after himself. -If I’m not mistaken the outlaw will be ready and -willing to take to his heels before long.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_100">100</div> -<p>“But Toma may be wounded,” argued Sandy.</p> -<p>“I doubt it. If he is, it’s only slightly. Our best -plan is to stay here and await developments.”</p> -<p>A few more shots from Toma’s automatic drove -the half-breed from his inadequate barricade. The -stocky figure suddenly lurched backward, one hand -grasping his arm. His rifle dropped to the ground. -For a split-second his face was distorted with pain. -Then, turning swiftly, he retrieved his weapon and -sped toward the slope, gaining its shelter without -sustaining further injury. The boys watched him as -he scrambled down through the trees and underbrush -in the direction of the river.</p> -<p>“Come on, Dick!” Sandy shouted excitedly. -“We’ll go over and see Toma. That’s what I call -marksmanship!”</p> -<p>“You’re taking a chance if you do. In this storm -Toma wouldn’t be able to tell whether it was you or -the half-breed. Good way to commit suicide.”</p> -<p>“Guess I won’t take a chance,” grinned Sandy. -“But how are we going to join him?”</p> -<p>“I think we’d better slip along the slope for a few -hundred yards, then circle back to the trail where -the ponies are,” was Dick’s suggestion.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_101">101</div> -<p>The two friends proceeded to put this plan into -execution. In high spirits again, now that they knew -that the guide was safe, they hurried along, and in -less than twenty minutes were back at the same place -they had left but a short time before. They had -scarcely taken up their former position beside the -ponies, when a sharp crackling in the underbrush -close at hand, told them that Toma had returned. -He sauntered up as if nothing had happened, his -face as inscrutable and expressionless as ever.</p> -<p>Secretly, Sandy poked Dick in the ribs. Then he -turned upon the newcomer scowling.</p> -<p>“Where have you been all this time?” he demanded -hotly. “Did it take you nearly an hour to -walk over to the river? We’ve been sitting here so -long that we’re nearly frozen.”</p> -<p>Toma offered no explanation. He strode over -and pulled the blanket from his pony.</p> -<p>“Mebbe we find bend little farther on. Me no -think it very far now.”</p> -<p>Dick and Sandy winked at each other as they got -once more into the saddle and followed Toma along -the drifting trail. For a time they rode on in silence, -once more conscious of the fury of the storm. -Abruptly, the trail swung to the south and very soon -they could see the broken, snow-covered valley of the -river—so close that it seemed as if the trail ran into -it. Here was the bend at last!</p> -<p>Dick recalled that Corporal Rand had instructed -him to descend to the floor of the valley and make -camp close to the river. They proceeded to do this, -first dismounting and leading the ponies after them.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_102">102</div> -<p>A short time later they had gained their objective. -The ground was level here, densely overgrown with -trees and shrubs. The river had not yet frozen over. -Slush ice choked the current, making a grinding, -roaring sound as it floated swiftly past. Here and -there on the sandbars, large piles of ice and driftwood -had been shoved ashore. In another twenty-four -hours, with the steadily falling temperature, the -stream would be frozen over, although it would be -many days before it would be safe to cross on foot.</p> -<p>As he gathered driftwood for the fire, Dick’s gaze -returned again and again to the ice-choked current. -A thought suddenly came to him. Sergeant Richardson -and Corporal Rand were to meet them here -at nightfall. The two were travelling westward, and -it would be necessary for them to cross the river here -before they could go on to the cabin of the outlaws at -Settlement Mountain.</p> -<p>Would they be able to do it? He looked out -again across the grinding, grating field of ice and -slowly shook his head. It was a feat he had no -desire to attempt himself. It seemed foolhardy -even to think of it. Not only would a raft be in -imminent danger of being broken to pieces by the -drifting chunks of ice in the whirling current, but -there was also the possibility of its occupants being -shaken or thrown precipitately into the river.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_103">103</div> -<p>He consulted his watch. It was now nearly four -o’clock. The short afternoon would soon be terminated -by the approach of darkness. Night would -descend, and he shuddered to think of any attempt -on the part of the police party to cross.</p> -<p>When the flames from their campfire had commenced -to leap up, radiating warmth and comfort in -a wide circle around them, he broached the subject -to Sandy and Toma.</p> -<p>“I don’t see how they’ll ever manage to get over. -It’s getting late now. By the time they’ve built a -raft, it will be so dark that it will be out of the question -to think of crossing.”</p> -<p>“Mebbe him Corporal Rand know about raft -somewhere on other side of river,” said Toma.</p> -<p>“He never mentioned it to me.”</p> -<p>Sandy, who had been sitting on the end of a fallen -tree, gazing thoughtfully into the fire, looked up with -a smile.</p> -<p>“You can trust Rand and Richardson to do the -impossible,” he pointed out. “I’d like to lay you a -wager that if they reach the opposite side of the river -tonight, they’ll manage somehow to find a way to -get across. Perhaps they’ll come floating over on -one of those huge cakes of ice.”</p> -<p>“I won’t take your bet, Sandy,” Dick laughed. -“Just the same I’d hate to be in their shoes.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_104">104</div> -<p>Toma rose and walked down to the edge of the -river, returning a moment later with water for tea. -Huddled around the blaze, they ate from the supplies -that had been purchased at Wandley’s post. Darkness -was quickly descending. As is frequently the -case in the North, the wind subsided as night approached; -but the snow continued to fall. If possible, -it came down thicker than ever. About them -was one all-enveloping mantle of white. Even the -trees and underbrush bent under the weight of their -snowy burden.</p> -<p>The three ponies, warmly blanketed, each one tied -to a long picket-rope, pawed away the snow in order -to browse at the dead grass and moss underneath. -Dick felt sorry for the little beasts, almost wishing -that he had left them with Constable Pearly’s horse -at Wandley’s. While he was watching them, Toma -broke forth abruptly:</p> -<p>“Did you hear that?”</p> -<p>The three rose swiftly to their feet and rushed -down to the shore of the river. Again came the -sound—a faint halloo which trembled across the valley. -The boys cupped their hands to their mouths -and sent back an answering shout.</p> -<p>“The police party! What did I tell you, Dick? -They’ll make it yet!”</p> -<p>As he spoke, Sandy reached out and slapped Dick -excitedly on the shoulder.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_105">105</div> -<h2 id="c10">CHAPTER X -<br /><span class="small">THE FIRST PRISONER</span></h2> -<p>Swinging their arms against their bodies, and -walking up and down along the river bank, from -time to time the boys shouted out words of encouragement. -Time dragged monotonously. Hours -seemed to have passed before they heard again from -the mounted policemen.</p> -<p>Faintly at first, then louder as it approached, they -heard the scraping of the raft. Human voices -sounded eerily out of the gloom. A thrill of excitement -coursed along Dick’s spine. The suspense was -nerve-breaking. He had become almost as limp as -a rag, when finally he discerned a dark shape ahead -and the raft pushed in closer to shore. A few minutes -later, using the long poles which had served -them so well in crossing, Sergeant Richardson and -Corporal Rand vaulted across the intervening space -separating them from the beach.</p> -<p>It was a happy re-union. The three boys had not -seen Sergeant Richardson for months. They wrung -the policeman’s hand, then escorted him and his companion -back to the campfire.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_106">106</div> -<p>“Where’s Pearly?” demanded Corporal Rand, -looking about him.</p> -<p>“Wounded,” replied Dick. “We’ve had a terrible -time, corporal. Murky Nichols followed us to -Wandley’s post, where he conferred with La Qua. -La Qua went on to Settlement Mountain alone, first -sending ahead the two half-breeds who were with -him. While Pearly and the three of us were journeying -along the trail on the way here, Pearly was -shot down from ambush. We were compelled to -take him back to Wandley’s. The man who shot -him was the same person you arrested yesterday—the -one who attempted to stab Nichols. He’s in this -vicinity right now. Less than two hours ago, when -Toma was reconnoitering in an effort to find this -place, he fired at him several times. Toma managed -to escape injury and made things so hot for him that -he was compelled to seek shelter along the slope of -the river.”</p> -<p>The young guide’s eyes had widened perceptibly -and he stared unbelievingly at his chum.</p> -<p>“How you find out about that?” he blurted.</p> -<p>Sergeant Richardson ignored the interruption.</p> -<p>“Did Murky Nichols see you when you left Fort -Good Faith?”</p> -<p>Dick flushed under the searching scrutiny.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_107">107</div> -<p>“I don’t think he saw us, but he found out about -our departure right after we left.” Then Dick -turned to Corporal Rand. “It wasn’t altogether -my fault, corporal. In less than ten minutes after -you went out of my room, the door opened and -Murky Nichols came in. He seemed suspicious and -asked me what I was doing up at that hour. I -pleaded a toothache and was finally forced to ask -him to leave. He took up a position in the hall outside. -It was easy to see that he did not believe my -story and intended to watch me. I was compelled -to slip out of the window and go around and wake -Sandy and Toma. We were very quiet and I do not -believe that he had any intimation of the trick we -had played upon him until an hour or two after -we’d gone.”</p> -<p>Neither Richardson nor Rand had anything to -say. Dick felt that their silence was in itself condemnatory.</p> -<p>“I did the very best I could.” His voice shook a -little. “Corporal Rand, I endeavored to follow out -your instructions. If I have spoiled your plan, I’m -sorry.”</p> -<p>Dick turned his head to hide the tears which had -suddenly welled into his eyes. Then he felt a strong -comforting hand on his shoulder.</p> -<p>“Forget it, Dick. It’s not your fault,” Corporal -Rand declared consolingly.</p> -<p>“You have all done remarkably well,” Sergeant -Richardson congratulated them. “I’m proud of you. -In the person of Murky Nichols we have one of the -cleverest, shrewdest outlaws in this North country. -He was your opponent today. You must remember -that. He’s not very easily outwitted.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_108">108</div> -<p>“How badly is Pearly wounded?” asked Rand.</p> -<p>“Quite seriously, I think,” Sandy answered. “He -was unconscious and lost a good deal of blood before -we could get him back to the post. Wandley is -doing all that is possible for him.”</p> -<p>“Are you going to push on to Settlement Mountain -tonight?” Dick inquired, addressing Sergeant -Richardson. “Or do you think that no attempt will -be made to start for the pass?”</p> -<p>“It’s hard to say. Personally, I’m inclined to believe -that they will.”</p> -<p>“But this storm!” gasped Sandy.</p> -<p>“I doubt if that will make a great deal of difference. -I’m convinced now that they have a huge -cache in their cabin at Settlement Mountain. They’ll -be compelled to do one of two things—either remove -their fur to another place of safety, or follow their -original plan to take it through Blind Man’s Pass. -They’ll be forced to act quickly. They’re in a difficult -predicament and know it. From what you have -already told me, it is easy to see what has happened.”</p> -<p>The others were hanging upon the sergeant’s -words. He had ceased speaking for a moment and -had stepped closer to the fire, his handsome upright -figure outlined clearly against the background beyond. -Corporal Rand addressed his superior:</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_109">109</div> -<p>“Exactly what do you mean, sergeant?”</p> -<p>“It is all clear enough,” Richardson spoke again. -“Nichols’ suspicions have become aroused. When -he found out that you three boys had left Fort Good -Faith and had started north for Wandley’s, he surmised -at once what was afoot. Arriving at Wandley’s -and finding Pearly there, very naturally still -further alarmed him. Fortunately for him, his confederate, -La Qua, had not yet gone on to Settlement -Mountain.</p> -<p>“Now put yourself in his place,” he went on after -a short pause. “What was to be done? A cache of -stolen fur worth thousands of dollars in a cabin only -a few miles away awaiting shipment—and the police -aware of this fact! He would suppose naturally that -Pearly intended to go immediately to seize the cache. -In desperation, he ordered La Qua to send the two -half-breeds ahead with instructions to ambush the -police party. La Qua himself hurried on to Settlement -Mountain.”</p> -<p>“Your theory seems reasonable enough,” said Corporal -Rand. “But now that the outlaws know that -Pearly is out of the way, do you suppose that they -will do anything tonight?”</p> -<p>“La Qua doesn’t know this. Even if he did, it -would be folly on his part to take chances. Something -must be done with the cache at once.”</p> -<p>“So you really intend to start?” asked Sandy.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_110">110</div> -<p>“Yes. Right away. Neither the corporal nor -myself have had anything to eat since this noon, but -we dare not stop now.”</p> -<p>Toma, who had gone out to gather brush for the -fire, suddenly darted back within the circle of light, -a startled cry on his lips.</p> -<p>“Quick!” he faltered. “Get to cover! I jus’ see -’em someone!”</p> -<p>Toma’s warning came in the nick of time. Motioning -to the boys to drop back away from the -campfire, Sergeant Richardson and Corporal Rand -struck off hurriedly. With Sandy at his side, Dick -found himself a moment later stumbling through -snow more than ankle-deep. They could hear the -sound of hurrying forms, a sharp word of command—then -silence! They brought up before a willow -copse, thick and almost impassable. Here they -crouched low, waiting developments.</p> -<p>“It must be the half-breed again,” Dick whispered -hoarsely. “It’s a good thing we scattered when we -did. Anyone near the campfire would make a splendid -target.”</p> -<p>He turned and looked back toward the place they -had just vacated. A bright glare of firelight cast its -reflection through a wide circle of pitchy darkness, -producing an eerie effect. The trees looked stark -and gaunt at the outer fringe of the circle. The -place, which a few moments before had been alive -with the human forms of his companions, was now -totally deserted.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_111">111</div> -<p>They waited breathlessly. The commotion, following -Toma’s announcement, had died away. Deep -and forbidding seemed the solitude of the forest. -Dick wondered what had become of the two policemen -and Toma. He half expected to hear the disconcerting -crack of a revolver. The minutes passed -slowly. The snow fell softly now—huge white flakes -floating through the air like particles of fluff. Sandy -stamped his feet impatiently, then pulled his parka -farther down so that it muffled his face.</p> -<p>“If it isn’t one thing, it’s another,” he lamented. -“If that half-breed has come back to bother us, he -may get more than he has bargained for.”</p> -<p>Dick looked up sharply. A sudden tramping of -feet and the crackling of underbrush, warned him of -someone’s approach. For a split-second his heart -caught with excitement. Was the half-breed himself -coming their way? Then his mouth gaped open in -amazement. Within the circle of light there appeared -abruptly three forms, two of which the boys -quickly recognized—Richardson and Rand. They -half-carried, half-dragged between them a struggling -protesting creature—none other than the half-breed -himself!</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_112">112</div> -<p>The boys hurried forward. As they came up to -where the policemen and their prisoner stood, they -observed that the half-breed’s wrists had been manacled. -Over his prominent cheekbone, close to his -left eye, was a large welt he had received in his -encounter with the guardians of the law. Corporal -Rand’s uniform was slightly dishevelled. A button -had been torn from his coat. He was bleeding from -a cut on one cheek.</p> -<p>“Here’s one of Murky’s friends that won’t give us -so much trouble in the future,” Sergeant Richardson -stated evenly.</p> -<p>“He’ll not be released this time either,” the corporal -said with conviction.</p> -<p>“How did you manage to capture him so quickly?” -Sandy inquired wonderingly.</p> -<p>“I kept him occupied,” the sergeant replied, “while -Corporal Rand stole up on him from behind. Rand -got him after a short struggle.”</p> -<p>“We’ll have to take him along with us, I suppose,” -said Dick.</p> -<p>“It can’t be helped,” Rand answered. “Hadn’t -we better start, sergeant?”</p> -<p>Richardson brushed the snow from his fur jacket.</p> -<p>“Yes. At once. Dick,” he instructed, “you can -saddle your ponies right away. We’ll use them in -breaking trail.”</p> -<p>The boys offered the two policemen the use of -their mounts but the offer was rejected.</p> -<p>“You’ll be tired enough as it is,” Corporal Rand -pointed out. “Dick here hasn’t had a wink of sleep -in the past twenty-four hours.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_113">113</div> -<p>The party set out shortly afterward, moving -quickly through the darkness. They reached the -Settlement River trail without mishap. Not a word -was spoken. Silently they trekked on. In spite of -the importance of their undertaking, the travelling -had become so monotonous that Dick nodded in the -saddle. The crunch, crunch, crunch of the ponies’ -hoofs was slowly lulling him to sleep. Had his horse -not stumbled occasionally over some obstruction in -the trail, it is probable he might have fallen from -his seat. On one of these occasions, shaken back to -consciousness when on the verge of dropping off into -sound sleep, he heard the voice of Sergeant Richardson.</p> -<p>“Just a moment, boys, until I get my bearings.”</p> -<p>They checked their forward progress at once. -Instructing Sandy to look after the prisoner, the two -policemen came up to the head of the column, conversing -in low tones.</p> -<p>“We leave the trail here somewhere,” Richardson -announced. “There used to be a tiny foot-path that -wound away through the trees to our left. This is -the one the outlaws must use in going to and from -Settlement Mountain.”</p> -<p>“Like hunting for a needle in a haystack,” Dick -heard Rand remark. “Have you a flashlight, sergeant?”</p> -<p>A faint flicker of light appeared and the two men -started up the trail, their eyes searching the ground. -Dick would have pushed on after them but Toma, -who was in the lead, restrained him.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_114">114</div> -<p>“They want us to stay here,” he whispered. -“Come back jus’ so soon find ’em pack-trail.”</p> -<p>The curious eyes of the boys followed the retreating -figures. Now and again, like a large fire-fly, -the small electric torch flashed out. It appeared, -disappeared, re-appeared, lending reality to the illusion.</p> -<p>How long they watched there, Dick could not say. -He was nodding again when the two returned.</p> -<p>“We found it,” said Sergeant Richardson. “Follow -us. Sandy, keep a good watch of the prisoner.” -The party came to a halt again at the juncture of -the two trails. The one which threaded its way on -their left, led more or less directly to Settlement -Mountain.</p> -<p>They were now only a mile from their objective. -A thrill of suppressed excitement permeated each -member of the party. Dick shook off his drowsiness -and now sat alert, every sense keyed to the highest -pitch. The policemen continued in the lead, walking -forward at a brisk rate. Toma half-swung in the -saddle and asked Dick in a subdued whisper:</p> -<p>“You think we find ’em outlaws pretty soon?”</p> -<p>Dick answered hesitatingly: “Yes, I think so, -Toma. It isn’t very far now. Too bad you haven’t -your rifle.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_115">115</div> -<p>A sudden commotion behind drew their attention. -Sandy cried out in a tremulous voice as he slid from -the saddle. A moment later he was rushing wildly -away through the darkness. The snapping of dry -branches, the crackling of underbrush was succeeded -by a weird, unearthly shout.</p> -<p>“The prisoner has escaped!” Dick exclaimed -breathlessly.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_116">116</div> -<h2 id="c11">CHAPTER XI -<br /><span class="small">AN UNEXPECTED SETBACK</span></h2> -<p>Guided by the sound at the side of the trail, Dick -bounded forward to Sandy’s assistance. In his excitement, -he ran straight into a small sapling with a -force that shook the breath from his body. Dazed, -he struck forward again, tearing his face and hands -in a thicket of saskatoon. Desperately, he struggled -on.</p> -<p>Faintly outlined in the gloom ahead, he saw two -struggling forms. He drove straight toward them, -striking Sandy’s opponent with a jarring impact. -The three went to the ground in a squirming heap. -The half-breed, who was fighting for his life, struck -out with arms and legs like a madman. As Dick’s -unguarded left arm swung across his adversary’s -face, the outlaw sank his teeth into it, hanging there -very much after the manner of a bull dog.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_117">117</div> -<p>A blow in the pit of Sandy’s stomach had put that -young man temporarily out of commission. He lay -groaning a few feet away. It was this sound—more -than the excruciating pain he suffered himself—that -finally induced Dick to shake his arm free and -scramble dizzily to his knees. But he got no further. -The half-breed’s manacled wrists brought down -with all the strength and force of which he was -capable, transferred the temporary advantage. Dick -sat down with a grunt, many brilliant, multi-colored -lights popping before his eyes.</p> -<p>The outlaw pushed himself back, turned on his -side and rose hastily to his feet. He had gone only -a few yards, however, when Dick, somewhat recovered -from the effects of the blow, sprang up in hot -pursuit. The race was of short duration. A few -moments later, Dick had seized the stocky runner by -the nape of the neck and had jerked him to a sudden -halt.</p> -<p>“Guess you’ll be ready to go back now,” gritted -Dick. “Any more of your funny tricks and I won’t -be responsible for what happens. Come on, now—get -going!”</p> -<p>Sandy joined them a moment later. With the -prisoner between them, they soon reached the trail. -Toma and the two policemen came hurrying up.</p> -<p>“So he didn’t get away after all!” Sergeant Richardson -exclaimed thankfully. “I’m mighty glad of -that. But it’s my own fault. I should have known -better than to give him this chance.”</p> -<p>“Either one of you hurt?” Rand inquired -anxiously.</p> -<p>“No,” Dick replied. “We were shaken up a bit—all -of us. But we’re ready to go on now.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_118">118</div> -<p>“Corporal Rand will take charge of the prisoner,” -Richardson instructed. “I’ll lead the way alone.”</p> -<p>They pushed on again, following closely and -silently the tall figure of the police sergeant. Without -incident, they travelled another quarter of a mile. -Each minute was bringing them closer and closer to -the outlaws’ encampment. Unknown dangers lay -ahead. Dick’s heart beat quickly at the thought of -what might presently transpire.</p> -<p>A short time afterward Richardson called a halt. -He hurried back to confer with Corporal Rand. -Then he came forward to where Dick sat and announced -briefly:</p> -<p>“Settlement Mountain just ahead. Two hundred -yards from the outlaws’ cabin. Dismount quickly, -tie your horses somewhere near here in the underbrush. -Then come back for further orders.”</p> -<p>The three boys complied hastily. When they returned, -the sergeant spoke again:</p> -<p>“Corporal Rand and I are going forward to investigate. -We’ll leave the prisoner here with you. -Under no circumstances are any of you to follow us. -Remain here. We’ll be back as soon as possible.”</p> -<p>Another long wait. The boys stared out fearfully -through the darkness. Their pulses pounded with -excitement. Impatiently, they paced back and forth, -scarcely able to endure the suspense. When finally -they heard footsteps approaching, they breathed relievedly.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_119">119</div> -<p>It was Corporal Rand. He too was excited. -When he spoke, his voice was husky with some deep -emotion.</p> -<p>“Richardson’s gone!” he panted.</p> -<p>It was a verbal thunderbolt. The boys jumped.</p> -<p>“What’s that?” Dick and Sandy gasped out in -unison.</p> -<p>“Gone, I tell you!” Rand whispered hoarsely. -“Gone as completely as if the earth had swallowed -him up. I think they’ve got him. We were walking -along—the sergeant about thirty feet in advance of -me—when the thing happened.”</p> -<p>It seemed incredible. A feeling of horror swept -over Dick, while Sandy stood, shaking like a leaf. -A poignant, miserable silence ensued.</p> -<p>“But—but di—did you look for him?” stammered -Dick.</p> -<p>“Yes. I looked everywhere. In the darkness, I -could see nothing. I dare not call out for fear the -outlaws might be close at hand. Richardson probably -walked straight into the arms of one of La -Qua’s sentries, was struck over the head and then -dumped bodily into some thicket. It was a good -thing for me that Richardson had the flashlight. I -think I would have been tempted to use it.”</p> -<p>“Good heavens! What are we going to do?”</p> -<p>Sandy had recovered the use of his vocal organs -and now poured out his plaint—a sort of wail that -rang softly through the forest’s stillness.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_120">120</div> -<p>“First Pearly and now Richardson!” groaned -Dick.</p> -<p>“There! There!” Rand attempted to comfort -them. “It’s a hard blow, I’ll admit, but we’ll contrive -to get out of this scrape somehow. You boys -will have to help me. I must rely on you. I can’t -very well go on with this thing alone. Are you -with me?”</p> -<p>“We are!” Dick and Sandy sang out in chorus.</p> -<p>“And you, Toma?”</p> -<p>“You bet! Fight ’em all same like mad wolf.”</p> -<p>“That’s the spirit. The first thing to do is to find -out what has become of Richardson.”</p> -<p>The five minutes which passed before Rand spoke -again seemed like an eternity to the three young adventurers.</p> -<p>“Sandy will stay here with the prisoner and the -ponies. If he attempts another break for liberty, -shoot him on the spot.”</p> -<p>The trembling young Scotchman made no reply.</p> -<p>“Did you hear me, Sandy?”</p> -<p>“Yes, sir.”</p> -<p>“You’ll do as I say?”</p> -<p>“Yes, sir.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_121">121</div> -<p>“All right. Now—with regard to my plan: With -the exception of Toma, we’re all heavily armed. -Toma, you will take the half-breed’s rifle. The three -of us will set out at once for the outlaws’ cabin, -which is situated about two hundred yards straight -ahead of us. Toma will circle around to the left, -Dick to the right, while I will proceed directly along -this trail to the place where Richardson disappeared. -Neither one of you will fire a shot unless cornered—or -in self-defense. What I want to do first of all is -to try to find Richardson. If he hasn’t been taken -to the cabin, he won’t be very far from the place I -saw him last. Naturally, he’ll be heavily guarded. -In some way we must secure his release.”</p> -<p>Rand ceased speaking. An unearthly hush had -settled around them. Dick was shaking as if from -the ague. Terror gripped him. Thankful he was -that the darkness shadowed his face. He realized -that his cheeks must be ghastly white. In spite of -the cold, drops of moisture had gathered on his forehead. -He seemed to be burning up. Like Sandy, -he had temporarily lost the use of his tongue.</p> -<p>“Any questions to ask?” tersed Rand.</p> -<p>“N-n—no,” Dick heard himself stammering.</p> -<p>“Very well then, we’ll start. Remember—no -shooting unless it is absolutely necessary.”</p> -<p>They separated forthwith. Almost immediately -Dick was on his way. He moved cautiously and -very slowly. His terror, the choking fear of a few -moments ago, had gone. It was relief to move his -limbs. He had become himself once more, determined -to give the very best he had—to meet danger -calmly.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_122">122</div> -<p>Off to his left he saw the twinkling lights of the -cabin. He was getting closer now; he must be still -more careful, more deliberate in his movements. -Perhaps the faintest sound would betray him.</p> -<p>Haunting the deepest shadows, he stole furtively -along, treading softly through the snow—crouching -here—hurrying forward there; in one place, that -seemed more exposed to view, creeping forward on -hands and knees.</p> -<p>He brought up suddenly, so startled that he nearly -emitted a shriek. He stood perfectly still, his breath -catching in his throat. Straight ahead, scarcely ten -feet away, he saw the silhouette of one of La Qua’s -sentries. The man was alone, a rifle slung carelessly -over the crook of his left arm. He paced -silently back and forth, occasionally turning his head -in the direction of the cabin.</p> -<p>After a moment’s deliberation, Dick decided to -steal past the sentry. At all cost, he must go on to -the cabin. Inch at a time, he wormed his way ahead, -contriving to keep a screen of underbrush between -him and his enemy. Once the sharp crackling of a -twig caused his heart to leap in apprehension. His -hands shook. His breath seemed to burn in his -throat. Instinct told him to turn precipitously and -take to his heels. With difficulty was he able to steel -himself for the ordeal. He was so close to the -sentry now that he actually believed he could hear -the man’s deep breathing.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_123">123</div> -<p>For one tense moment he waited, shrinking back -in the shadows, not daring to move. The sentry had -turned his head and was looking straight in his direction. -Dick thought that he could see the other’s -eyes, shining like those of a cat in the darkness. -Then abruptly his heart almost stopped beating. For -the first time he became aware of another presence. -He perceived now the reason why he had not -previously seen the second outlaw. This person, -short in stature—unmistakably an Indian—had -stood with his back against a large spruce, seeming -to form a part of the trunk of the tree. But he had -stepped forward now, his body limned in the half-light, -and had stolen over to the right, disappearing -behind the thicket in which Dick himself stood concealed.</p> -<p>Dick was fully conscious of the peril of his position. -The Indian was probably stalking him, as a -tiger stalks its prey. Not a moment was to be lost. -He placed one foot gingerly in front of him and -started away, quickening his pace after he had placed -a few yards between himself and the sentry. A very -much frightened and trembling young man moved -out to the edge of the clearing which encircled the -cabin.</p> -<p>What ought he to do now?</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_124">124</div> -<h2 id="c12">CHAPTER XII -<br /><span class="small">THE OUTLAWS’ CABIN</span></h2> -<p>He could hear voices now and the hurried trampling -of feet. Once a husky howled. From the open -door of another building—evidently a stable—there -flickered the light of several lanterns. The stable, -about fifty yards on the north side of the house, was -the center of unusual activity. Here men called to -each other in guttural Cree amid the confusion of -barking dogs and the nickering of ponies. Back -and forth between the stable and the cabin the outlaws -continually hurried. Dick knew what it all -meant. La Qua was preparing for his departure, to -take with him the cache of stolen fur.</p> -<p>As he stood watching and waiting, a daring plan -leaped into his mind. His breath caught at the very -thought of it—to walk boldly up and mingle with -the outlaws. They, in the general excitement and -confusion, would probably let him pass unnoticed. -As long as he kept away from the tell-tale lights of -the lanterns or the lamps in the cabin, he would probably -be safe enough.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_125">125</div> -<p>At any rate, he decided to do it. Thoughts of -Sergeant Richardson spurred him on. No effort or -sacrifice would be too great. It was little enough to -do for the man who had befriended him on so many -previous occasions.</p> -<p>He walked boldly forth, swung in behind a tall -figure hurrying toward the stable. Half way there, -he stopped, glancing furtively about. He tip-toed -over to the window on the side of the cabin opposite -the door and looked within.</p> -<p>For a moment his breath caught. He was both -startled and amazed at what he saw. The room, -near the far end, was stacked with bales of fur -reaching to a height of nearly five feet. Thousands -of dollars were represented here. Wonderful black -and cross-fox pelts! Rich-looking, unplucked beaver! -Lynx, marten, mink—even the glistening coat -of bruin himself, the least valuable of all. There -were furs so valuable, so precious, that a single bale -would have been more than sufficient to purchase a -king’s ransom.</p> -<p>A steady file of men entered and departed. Each -carried away a heavy burden. Standing over them, -La Qua threatened and gesticulated fearful lest a -moment might be wasted. It was evident that the -outlaw was thoroughly frightened and intended to -rush through the work as quickly as possible.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_126">126</div> -<p>Dick’s gaze turned from the cache to the opposite -end of the room in the hope that he might see Sergeant -Richardson. But, although he craned his neck -in the effort, he could discern nothing. He had decided -to slip around to another side of the dwelling, -when the sound of footsteps came from the darkness -beyond. Instinctively, he flattened himself against -the wall of the cabin. The steps came closer. A -vague form! A start of surprise—Rand!</p> -<p>The policeman did not see him at once, but Dick -drew his attention by whistling softly and very soon -the two stood close together gripping each other’s -hands.</p> -<p>“Lucky you’ve come,” whispered Dick. “Just -take a peep inside.”</p> -<p>“I don’t believe that Richardson’s here,” said Corporal -Rand when he had stepped back. “As I came -out to the clearing, I thought I saw two of the outlaws -carrying something between them. Possibly -the sergeant. I had no way of stealing up on them -without being detected. So I decided to come on -here and await their arrival.”</p> -<p>“If it is Richardson, do you think we can get him -away from the outlaws?”</p> -<p>“We can try.”</p> -<p>“What plan would you suggest?”</p> -<p>“Wait until La Qua has taken out all of the fur -and the pack-train is ready to start. They’ll be compelled -to leave Richardson here under guard. Our -chance will come then.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_127">127</div> -<p>Two powerful breeds appeared at the door soon -after, carrying the prostrate form of Sergeant Richardson. -They dropped him, none too gently, on the -floor close to the fire-place. The prisoner’s limbs -were bound. He was unconscious, his face ghastly -white except where a small stream of blood trickled -down from his forehead.</p> -<p>Sudden rage seared Dick’s mind. His friendship -for the police sergeant was great and he resented the -malicious attack upon him. He could hardly contain -himself as the packers left their work and advanced -in a curious group, only to be driven back again by -the cursing, perspiring La Qua. Then as a vent for -his outraged feelings, the outlaw kicked the unconscious -man in the ribs.</p> -<p>At sight of this gross treatment, Rand started forward, -scarcely able to suppress his cry of rage. He -checked himself, but one hand gripped Dick’s arm, -fingers digging into the flesh.</p> -<p>“I could almost kill him for that!” he snarled.</p> -<p>The cache diminished quickly. All that remained -of the bulky pile in a few minutes more were a few -scattered bales, lying on the floor at the far end of -the room. Corporal Rand and Dick were waiting -impatiently for the completion of the task, when suddenly -the policeman’s sharp intake of breath drew -the other’s attention.</p> -<p>“Shades of Lucifer!” gasped the corporal. “Look -at that!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_128">128</div> -<p>At first Dick did not understand, but presently he -saw the cause of the corporal’s excitement. A low -cry of admiration escaped his own lips.</p> -<p>“Why—why, it’s Toma! The nerve of him! -Can you imagine anything more foolhardy?”</p> -<p>Toma it was—Toma, sober and unconcerned as -ever. In the guise of a packer, he had joined the -other half-breeds and Indians. He followed closely -behind two strapping natives, picked up a bale of fur -and walked out with it. Twice more in the next few -minutes he repeated this performance. On his third -trip, however, all the fur had been removed. La Qua -and a somewhat short and corpulent half-breed of -indeterminate age were the only occupants of the -room. These two looked up, as if resenting Toma’s -intrusion. Then they sprang back, hands high in -the air, as a dangerous-looking automatic seemed -to leap into the young guide’s hand. Calmly, Toma -ordered the two men back against the wall and disarmed -them.</p> -<p>Dick followed Rand and the two stormed through -the door, revolvers in readiness. They called out to -Toma not to shoot. The corporal yanked down a -coil of rope from a peg on the wall and proceeded -to bind the outlaws, at the same time ordering Dick -to bolt and lock the door, then to release Richardson.</p> -<p>La Qua was pale with fury, swearing vengeance -upon the police.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_129">129</div> -<p>“Yuh can’t get away with this,” he snarled. -“You’ll pay good an’ plenty. Jus’ remember that.”</p> -<p>“I’m willing to answer for my conduct here,” -laughed Rand. “I’m not frightened.”</p> -<p>Toma and Rand dragged the bodies across the -floor, concealing them behind a pile of blankets. -Then they turned to examine the sergeant.</p> -<p>His injuries were not serious. Already he showed -signs of returning consciousness. Rand brought water -and bathed and dressed the wound with a skill -and precision that struck Dick’s admiration.</p> -<p>Someone pounded on the door. Drawing his revolver, -the policeman hurried over, shot the bolt, -swung open the door, concealing himself behind it. -A tall, fierce-visaged man stepped into the room, demanding -harshly:</p> -<p>“Who locked this door? Where’s La Qua? The -boys are ready to start.”</p> -<p>Instantly he perceived that he had committed a -blunder. Dick and Toma he had never seen before. -Slightly puzzled, he took one step forward, when -he felt the steel muzzle of Rand’s revolver poking -him in the ribs.</p> -<p>“Stand right where you are,” said the corporal -pleasantly. “Glad you came in. Permit me to relieve -you of your hardware.”</p> -<p>One glance into the steady eyes, a look at the -familiar uniform, and the intruder saw the futility -of resistance. Yet there was bluster in his voice.</p> -<p>“What does this mean?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_130">130</div> -<p>“It means that the fun’s over,” Rand stated evenly. -“Stand right where you are! So the pack-train’s -ready to start?”</p> -<p>The prisoner made no reply. Tall, sullen, resentful—unflinchingly -he met the cool gray eyes of the -mounted policeman.</p> -<p>“Come, speak up! I mean business!” Rand -shoved his revolver into the man’s ribs again. There -was nothing pleasant about his voice now.</p> -<p>“They’re ready tuh start if yuh want to know,” -begrudgingly answered the outlaw.</p> -<p>“Are you heading straight for the pass?”</p> -<p>Again the hesitation. Again the revolver fondling -the man’s ribs.</p> -<p>“Yep.”</p> -<p>“All right,” said Rand, cooly deliberate. “You -can go out and tell them to start. Tell them La Qua -is ready.”</p> -<p>The prisoner stared.</p> -<p>“Go out. Yuh mean that?”</p> -<p>“Yes, but not alone. I’ll go with you. I’ll be -standing right behind you when you give them those -orders. But before we go, you might as well understand -that there’s to be no trickery. No treachery. -It might prove fatal.”</p> -<p>Rand opened the door, making a gesture with -one arm.</p> -<p>“Out of here—and watch your step! I’ll have my -gun on you every minute!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_131">131</div> -<p>The door closed softly. The sound of retreating -footsteps, a pregnant silence—a period of waiting -which seemed interminable. Then the door opened -again and Rand and the prisoner appeared. In the -eyes of the policeman there sparkled a triumphant -light. He turned to Dick with a smile.</p> -<p>“They’ve gone. Never suspected anything. Told -them that La Qua and our friend here would follow -at their leisure. Bring me the rest of that rope, -Toma.”</p> -<p>They trussed the man and dragged him back to -the far corner of the room to keep company with -La Qua. Again they stood in front of Richardson, -who lay with half-closed eyes. He had not yet recovered -consciousness. Rand spoke quickly:</p> -<p>“We haven’t a minute to lose. Every moment -counts. Toma, I’m going to ask you to remain here -to guard these prisoners while I hurry on after the -pack-train. You, Dick, will return to Sandy and -conduct him here. As soon as you do that, Sandy -will relieve Toma. In another hour or two, Richardson -will be able to sit up. It won’t be long before -he recovers completely. You and Toma are to follow -and overtake me. I may need your help. Think -you’ll be able to follow our tracks, Toma?”</p> -<p>“No trouble do that,” nodded the guide. “We find -’em all right.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_132">132</div> -<p>Dick found Sandy without much difficulty. His -chum was shivering from the cold. Also he had -grown impatient and resentful, as his first words -indicated.</p> -<p>“Well, did you finally consent to come back and -let me know how things are? I was just getting -ready to leave this place. Surely, the corporal didn’t -expect me to stay here all night.”</p> -<p>“I’m sorry, Sandy,” placated Dick. “We couldn’t -get here any sooner. Too bad you’re cold.” His voice -rose animatedly. “And good news! We’ve found -Richardson and have taken three prisoners—one of -them La Qua. Rand is following the pack-train in -the direction of the pass. We must hurry.”</p> -<p>“Whew! Good work! I suppose you’re one of -the heroes.”</p> -<p>“No such luck,” Dick replied. “I didn’t do a -thing. All the credit is due Rand and Toma. Both -were wonderful. I’ll tell you about it sometime. -But now we must hurry. Toma and I are to follow -Rand. You’re to remain with Richardson and the -prisoners in the cabin.”</p> -<p>“Suits me,” Sandy’s teeth chattered. “Hope it’s -warm over there. I’ve caught a chill. Anyway, good -luck to you, Dick. When do you think you’ll be -back?”</p> -<p>“Don’t know. It’s a long way to the coast. Hundreds -of miles, I guess.”</p> -<p>“The coast!” almost shrieked Sandy.</p> -<p>“Yes,” returned Dick a little proudly, “we’re going -straight through to the Pacific!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_133">133</div> -<h2 id="c13">CHAPTER XIII -<br /><span class="small">A SCOUT RETURNS</span></h2> -<p>Contrary to Dick’s expectations, Sandy did not -resent being left behind. True, the young Scotchman -had experienced a certain amount of regret to -learn that he was to be separated from his two -chums and miss the excitement and adventure of the -western trip, yet this feeling passed quickly. In -spite of his occasional rebellious mood and seeming -stubbornness, Sandy was really a philosopher. His -grumbling and complaining seldom were taken seriously. -Under the surface, somewhere deep down -within him, were the flowing springs of an unconquerable -good nature.</p> -<p>He knew that it was necessary for someone to -stay with Sergeant Richardson and the prisoners, -and he accepted Rand’s orders unhesitatingly. Even -if he couldn’t go along with Dick and Toma, he -could at least prove his worth in other ways. He’d -see this thing through to the finish.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_134">134</div> -<p>Shortly after the two boys had left, Sergeant -Richardson completely recovered consciousness. It -was not long before he sat up and began to ask -questions. He smiled a little wanly when he had -been informed of Corporal Rand’s successful strategy.</p> -<p>“I’m glad they got La Qua. Tomorrow, Sandy, -we’ll take these prisoners back to Wandley’s post. -Perhaps we can find a place where we can lock them -up. I’ll put a man in charge.”</p> -<p>“Good idea,” approved Sandy. “It isn’t far from -here. At the same time, we can find out how Pearly -is getting on.”</p> -<p>Later, the policeman walked over, a little unsteadily, -to the corner where the prisoners lay.</p> -<p>“Well, La Qua, I’m glad to see you here. Have -you anything to say for yourself?”</p> -<p>Apparently, he had. He immediately broke forth -in a storm of invective that scorched the already -overheated room. Sandy’s ears fairly tingled as he -listened to the horrible oaths and scathing denouncement.</p> -<p>“Mebbe yuh got me now,” he snarled, concluding -his tirade, “but yuh ain’t finished with me yet. The -knock on the head yuh got a while back won’t be -nothin’ compared to what’s coming to yuh. Yuh -ain’t got no call to meddle in honest men’s business.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_135">135</div> -<p>“Honest men!” gasped the sergeant, plainly taken -aback. “Honest men,” he repeated, staring in a -sort of grim fascination at the row of evil faces in -front of him. “Why, my good fellow, I wish you’d -explain one or two things to my satisfaction. I -wish—”</p> -<p>Sandy’s roar of laughter interrupted him. La -Qua seized the opportunity to declare venomously:</p> -<p>“I don’t need to explain nothin’. If one or two -o’ your men got hurt, it’s all on account o’ their -meddling.”</p> -<p>The policeman saw the folly of further argument. -He turned back to where Sandy stood.</p> -<p>“Let’s try to find something to eat,” he proposed. -“A hot cup of tea would go well right now. I’m -famished. After we’ve eaten, you can roll in, Sandy, -while I stand guard.”</p> -<p>“That’s mighty kind of you, sergeant, but I don’t -think I’ll accept. You need the rest more than I -do.”</p> -<p>Richardson smiled and patted Sandy’s thatch of -yellow hair.</p> -<p>“All right, if you insist. I’ll agree to take advantage -of your offer, but only on one condition.”</p> -<p>“What’s that?” Sandy asked wonderingly.</p> -<p>“That you wake me up in three hours’ time. A -sort of compromise, you see. In that way we’ll both -get a little rest.”</p> -<p>“I’ll accept your terms,” said Sandy with great -solemnity.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_136">136</div> -<p>A search in the cupboard behind the fireplace was -rewarded by the discovery of a small container, full -of tea, sugar in an earthen jar, and a stack of doubtful-looking -bannock, piled high on a granite plate. -A kettle was soon simmering over the fire.</p> -<p>When they had eaten, Richardson arose and, -walking over, inquired if any of the prisoners wanted -refreshments. La Qua spurned the offer with a -hair-burning oath. The others were more tractable. -Yes, they were hungry. They would consider it a -great favor if monsieur would do as he said.</p> -<p>Without a moment’s hesitation, the policeman unbound -the arms of the three men, while Sandy -brought tea and bannock. Later, he even permitted -one of the half-breeds to smoke. Then he bound -them up again.</p> -<p>Long before the coming of daylight, the party -started back on the trail to Wandley’s. Arriving -there without incident, four hours later, Sandy and -Richardson were considerably startled when the door -opened and a stalky, well-knit figure emerged.</p> -<p>“As I live,” shouted Sandy, “Malemute Slade! -Where did you come from?”</p> -<p>They shook hands with the police scout, beaming -over the good fortune that had brought them together.</p> -<p>“Yeh, Sandy, I kind o’ thought it was about time -to come mushin’ in. Been up in the foothills fer -nearly three weeks. But by the looks o’ it, I’m two -days late. Wished I’d been here when that Nitchie -took his shot at Pearly.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_137">137</div> -<p>He paused as his gaze wandered in the direction -of the prisoners.</p> -<p>“Sufferin’ pole-cats! What’s all this scum?”</p> -<p>Malemute Slade’s critical eye ran over them, seeming -to measure each in turn.</p> -<p>“Fine specimens, ain’t they?” he rumbled on, half -to himself. “Looks like the scourings from Hades. -There ain’t a single one o’ them I’d trust any further -than I could see. But where did yuh get ’em all, -sergeant? An’ why did yuh leave the hungriest wolf -of ’em all scot free?”</p> -<p>“You mean Murky?”</p> -<p>“Yeh.”</p> -<p>Richardson smiled.</p> -<p>“As a matter of fact, Slade, we’re not quite ready -for him yet. We haven’t a thing thus far we can -use as evidence against him. We wouldn’t have taken -these men here either, if there had been any way of -getting around it. We won’t press charges against -any of them until we have secured the fur which -was cached over there at Settlement Mountain.”</p> -<p>“So yuh found the cache?”</p> -<p>“Yes,” answered Richardson. “I’ll tell you about -it presently. But first, give me a hand to look after -these men.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_138">138</div> -<p>As he spoke, the policeman jerked his head in the -direction of the door. A steady stream of the curious -were pouring out. An inquisitive throng soon -gathered around them. On every side rose guttural -exclamations, accompanied by much chattering and -shaking of heads. Attracted by the commotion, -Wandley himself appeared presently.</p> -<p>“Why, hello, sergeant!” he hailed the policeman. -“What’s up? Bring your men inside.”</p> -<p>Richardson drew the free trader aside and a whispered -consultation ensued. At its conclusion, Wandley -led the way to a small building, which had previously -been used for storing fur, but which, during -recent years, had become too small to accommodate -the trader’s growing business.</p> -<p>“You can fit up this place to suit yourself. It’s -strongly built and will probably serve your purpose. -I have a padlock inside for the door.”</p> -<p>It was not long before La Qua and his followers -were locked up and a guard, recruited from the -crowd, stationed just outside. Then Sandy accompanied -Malemute Slade and Richardson to Pearly’s -room. The wounded man smiled cheerfully as they -entered.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_139">139</div> -<p>Sandy was overjoyed at the remarkable change in -Pearly’s appearance. Although still running a high -fever, he had taken a turn for the better. The greatest -danger had passed. Sergeant Richardson stood -near the bed but did not speak. A deep hush had -fallen over the room. Suddenly the grizzled veteran -of a hundred trails put out one hand and permitted -it to rest for one brief moment upon the wounded -man’s head. That was all. But many of the harsh -lines in the face of the police sergeant had softened. -Silently he turned away, motioning to Slade and -Sandy to follow him. They repaired to the room, -which had been placed at their disposal. Closing the -door after him, Richardson lost no time in getting -down to business.</p> -<p>“You asked me, Slade, where we got our prisoners. -Over at Murky’s cache. We had a little -trouble there. If you’ll listen closely I’ll give you -full particulars of the affair.”</p> -<p>When the policeman had finished his narrative, -Sandy noted the impression it had made upon the -scout. Malemute’s eyes were shining with excitement.</p> -<p>“So that’s where Murky had his cache. Yuh can -believe it or not, sergeant, but I passed that place -not more than two days ago. I didn’t see nothin’ that -looked suspicious. Mebbe it was a good thing I didn’t -stop to investigate. It might o’ spoiled ever’thing. -So Rand is followin’ the pack-train through Blind -Man’s Pass? Can yuh beat that? Here I’ve been -searchin’ fer nearly a month an’ couldn’t find it.”</p> -<p>Sergeant Richardson drummed softly on the -table. He looked up and smiled.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_140">140</div> -<p>“Unless I’m badly mistaken, the exact location of -the pass will soon be public property. Perhaps tomorrow -by this time, Rand and the two boys will -have entered it.”</p> -<p>“Wish I was with them, sergeant.”</p> -<p>“You can go later. Just now I have other work -for you.”</p> -<p>“You mean the prisoners?”</p> -<p>“Yes.”</p> -<p>“Want me to take ’em back to Mackenzie barracks?”</p> -<p>“They’ll be safer there,” nodded the sergeant.</p> -<p>“You’re goin’ out after Murky then, eh?”</p> -<p>“No. Rand may have more to do than he’s bargained -for. I think I’ll take Sandy here and set -out after them. Murky will have to wait. I don’t -believe he’ll attempt to escape. He’ll probably stay -over at Good Faith for a few weeks longer.”</p> -<p>“Few weeks!” sputtered Malemute. “Why, he -ain’t there right now!”</p> -<p>“Isn’t there!”</p> -<p>“No. When I come in a while ago, Wandley told -me he’d seen Murky again jes’ a few hours before.”</p> -<p>“Great Scott! Then he didn’t go back to Fort -Good Faith after all.”</p> -<p>“Don’t see how he could.”</p> -<p>“But which way did he go? Did you hear?”</p> -<p>“Wandley didn’t seem to know. If anyone was to -ask me fer an opinion, I’d say he’s out scouting fer -more fur.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_141">141</div> -<p>Richardson rose thoughtfully to his feet and -walked over to the window. The bleak, cheerless -landscape met his gaze. Sandy, who had a good -view of the policeman’s face, saw the jaw set grimly.</p> -<p>“I may be able to pick up a trace of him somewhere -during the next few days. Of course, that -means that my trip through the pass must be postponed -for a short time.”</p> -<p>He turned and smiled at Sandy.</p> -<p>“While I’m out making my investigations, you’d -better stay right here. If you wish, upon my return, -you can accompany me on the journey.”</p> -<p>“I’ll wait for you, sergeant. I’m anxious to go -through Blind Man’s Pass and join Dick and Toma.” -Then more plaintively: “You won’t change your -mind, will you?”</p> -<p>Both Richardson and Malemute Slade laughed at -the young man’s earnestness.</p> -<p>“No, Sandy, a promise is a promise. I’ll not go -back on my word.” Richardson turned and addressed -Slade. “You’d better make arrangements to -take the prisoners over to barracks as quickly as -possible. I’d suggest that you start tomorrow.”</p> -<p>“I’ll start this afternoon if you say the word, -sergeant.”</p> -<p>“No. You need a few hours in which to rest up. -Tomorrow will do almost as well.”</p> -<p>With a nod and a smile for both of them, the -policeman turned quickly and strode out of the -room.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_142">142</div> -<h2 id="c14">CHAPTER XIV -<br /><span class="small">FOLLOWING THE PACK-TRAIN</span></h2> -<p>Through an opaque darkness filled with the oppressive -silence of Arctic night, Dick and Toma -made their way. A few stars had come out like -wayward wanderers. On every side were gray, unfamiliar -shapes. Objects were shadowy and indistinct. -Wolves and coyotes made the only sound -heard across that weird and mysterious wilderness.</p> -<p>“We ought to find him pretty soon, Toma,” Dick -broke forth. “We’ve been travelling for an hour -now, and I’m sure we’ve been making better progress -than the pack-train.”</p> -<p>They came to the foot of a slope and started up, -side by side, their moccasined feet swishing through -the freshly fallen snow. Gaining the summit of the -hill, they paused for breath. Then the quick ears of -the guide, straining always for some sound that -might be significant, detected a faint rustling ahead.</p> -<p>“I hear him. We go careful now. Mebbe him -Corporal Rand. But no take chances. Not always -be too sure.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_143">143</div> -<p>Rand it was. He stood waiting for them, one -hand on his hip, the other raised in a warning gesture.</p> -<p>“They’re ahead—not more than a few rods. Listen, -and you can hear them.”</p> -<p>“Yes, I can hear something,” whispered Dick. -“Did you think we were never coming, corporal?”</p> -<p>“As a matter of fact,” Rand answered him, “I -didn’t expect you for another half hour. You’ve -made good time.”</p> -<p>The three started forward slowly, keeping always -within sound of the cavalcade in front. Sometimes -they approached so closely that they could hear the -voices of the packers and occasionally the snarling -of the dogs. Soon they had learned something of -importance: La Qua’s pack-train consisted both of -ponies and dog teams. There were seven or eight -horses, in addition to four teams of huskies.</p> -<p>“You see,” explained Rand, “La Qua was in a -predicament. The snow storm interfered with his -plans. His original intention, evidently, was to take -only pack-horses. The heavy snow made this inadvisable. -But he didn’t have as many dog teams as -he required to move away the cache. So he was -forced to use the ponies as well.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_144">144</div> -<p>Just before daybreak, the pack-train halted in the -lee of a small mountain. From a position a few -hundred yards away, concealed by rocks, Rand and -the two boys watched it. Breakfast was soon in -progress. Smoke curled up from several campfires. -It was not an altogether unpleasant scene and -Dick’s mouth watered at the thought of the nourishing -meal, piping hot, the outlaws would presently sit -down to. He even imagined he could smell the -appetizing odor of frying bacon and the pungent -aroma of coffee. A little crestfallen, he nibbled at -his own emergency rations, huddling down against -a flat surface of rock.</p> -<p>Later, Dick looked out again, eyes bleared and -bloodshot. Every muscle in his body ached. Lack -of sleep had induced a strange condition—an overpowering -lassitude he could not shake off. The rustling -of a pine tree near by had become a sing-song, -half-musical chant, which momentarily grew louder. -His vision played him false. Objects around him -were distorted, sometimes grotesque. His mind had -lost its function. Nothing was real. Nothing mattered. -He fell asleep, sitting up—a sleep so sound, -so intense, so deep that Rand saw the uselessness of -attempting to wake him.</p> -<p>When he recovered consciousness, he heard the -corporal speaking:</p> -<p>“He’s coming to, Toma. Give him another shake.”</p> -<p>Dick stared about him guiltily. He surmised that -he had slept only a few minutes but the sight of the -round orb of the sun, high above the horizon, quickly -disillusioned him.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_145">145</div> -<p>“Why—why didn’t you wake me?” he gasped. -“How long have I been here? What time is it, corporal?”</p> -<p>“Nine o’clock. You’ve slept four hours.”</p> -<p>“I did?” Dick’s eyes were wide with dismay.</p> -<p>“Yes, you did. But don’t think I blame you,” -Rand laughed. “You couldn’t help it. It was inevitable. -No person can manage without sleep. I -had a little doze myself. We can’t lose the pack-train -now. It will be easy to follow their tracks in -broad daylight. We’ll catch up to them again before -nightfall.”</p> -<p>All day they travelled, passing through a country -of hills and rocks, with mountain peaks towering -above them. The summits of the mountains were -lost in an enveloping, vaporous mist. Shaggy -heights were resplendent in rainbow garb. The deep -brown of rock surfaces was a decided contrast to -the scintillating white of the trail.</p> -<p>Late in the afternoon the tracks led them across -a wind-swept plateau, thence down to a narrow defile -which ran uninterruptedly westward for a distance -of four or five miles. As they approached its -end, Corporal Rand was surprised into a quick ejaculation.</p> -<p>“Can’t see how we can get out of this. Surely -they didn’t climb those slippery rocks.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_146">146</div> -<p>A few yards further on, they found the solution -to the mystery. On the left they saw an opening in -the rocks, scarcely more than four feet wide—in -reality a wide crack that split the immense formation -of rock from top to bottom. Passing through -it, they emerged into what appeared to be a wide -valley, stretching far ahead. The corporal gasped -in amazement. Dick stood bewildered. Even Toma -so far forgot himself as to cry out in wonder.</p> -<p>“Blind Man’s Pass!” exclaimed the two boys.</p> -<p>“Blind Man’s Pass,” replied the policeman. “At -last a reality! Wonderful! I can scarcely credit -my senses. Beautiful, isn’t it, Dick?”</p> -<p>Dick nodded. “I was never more astonished in -my life. No wonder the entrance to the pass is so -hard to find. Even now I doubt if I could go back -eight or ten miles and find my way here again.”</p> -<p>A strange far-away look flecked the eyes of the -policeman. He glanced up at the receding walls of -the valley. Up, up, up, hundreds, thousands of feet -through an amber haze of sunlight, streaked here -and there with bright tints and shades. Magic -seemed to touch everything. Dick was obsessed with -a sense of unreality, of majestic heights, of vague -distances.</p> -<p>Along the comparatively level floor of the valley -lay only a few inches of snow. The tracks of the -pack-train could easily be seen. They were not difficult -to follow. There was no danger now of wandering -afield and losing their bearings. The mountains -shut them in—completely encompassed them. -Neither they nor the outlaws could clamber up the -unscalable heights.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_147">147</div> -<p>Their onward trek had assumed something of the -nature of an outing, a mysterious adventure through -unfamiliar scenes. In the hours that passed never -once did Dick lose interest in his surroundings. -Sleep had revived him and his spirits had risen accordingly. -He and his two companions hurried on, -conversing as gaily as if they were going to a holiday -festival.</p> -<p>Day ended with startling suddenness. But the -gloomy, threatening darkness of the preceding night -did not come. It was more radiant, softly nocturnal—a -half-moon riding across a bedecked, star-sprinkled -sky. Crackling northern lights. Clear, crisp, -exhilarating air. The only obscurities lay along the -shadowed walls of the valley, in the deep recesses -and fissures of the rocks.</p> -<p>Day after day, they fared westward amid scenes -of grandeur and magnificence. Never did they approach -closer than a mile or two to the outlaws. At -night very often they could see twinkling campfires -ahead. Frequently, on clear days, they perceived the -pack-train itself—tiny black dots, crawling like ants -over sugar or white sand. Once, climbing to the -commanding position of a huge crag, for nearly an -hour Dick watched the progress of the cavalcade.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_148">148</div> -<p>Outside of these minor incidents, there was little -of importance to distinguish one day from another. -Fortunately, there had been no marked change in -the weather. They were forced to conserve their supplies, -but now and again ptarmigan were secured, -making a much appreciated change in the monotony -of their diet. On the morning of the tenth day the -valley widened out and by evening they had made -their way out of the pass into a country of rugged -and broken contours. Soon the forest encroached. -Then the topography of the land became less undulating, -less forbidding. In the breath of the wind -they could smell the unmistakable tang of the Pacific. -It was shortly after this that a most mysterious incident -occurred.</p> -<p>It was afternoon, of a calm, sunshiny day, and -only a few hours previous they had picked up a -well-marked trail, leading to the westward. The -pack-train—they had good reason to believe—was -less than a mile ahead; and Dick and his two companions -were moving along slowly, when, unexpectedly -to their right, scarcely a hundred yards -back from the trail, they perceived a log cabin. Upon -closer approach, they saw that the place was inhabited. -A thin spiral of smoke curled up from the -mud chimney. Outside, stretched on convenient drying-frames, -were pelts of various wild animals.</p> -<p>Invariably cautious, Rand decided not to go in, -even though his visit might have been rewarded by -a goodly supply of fresh meat.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_149">149</div> -<p>“I hate to risk it,” he informed the boys. “No -telling who lives there. I’ve no desire to advertise -my presence. We’d better conquer our curiosity and -our appetites and keep right on.”</p> -<p>They were now directly opposite the cabin. Dick -and Toma turned longing eyes in its direction.</p> -<p>“Look! Ponies!” exclaimed Toma.</p> -<p>“Where?” sharply demanded Rand.</p> -<p>The guide pointed. Back in the heavy underbrush, -near the edge of a natural clearing, were three ponies -staked out in the snow. The policeman’s face instantly -became serious, though for what reason Dick -could not decide. From that moment, he grew more -and more thoughtful. Once or twice, as Dick looked -his way, he saw Rand shake his head. But in the -interest of new scenes, Dick quickly forgot the incident. -It was fully an hour later before it was -brought again to his attention.</p> -<p>“Queer thing about those ponies,” Rand mused -aloud. “Seldom that these trappers keep any around. -It puzzles me.”</p> -<p>“It does seem strange,” agreed Dick. “Can’t -imagine what use a trapper would have for them.”</p> -<p>A few miles farther on they passed a second -cabin, almost identical to the first. Here too was the -same phenomenon—except that at this place there -were two ponies instead of three. So amazed was -Rand that he stopped short and scratched his head -in perplexity.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_150">150</div> -<p>“This is a new one on me,” he scowled. “I’ve -travelled thousands of miles through the North, -met every type of trapper, both Indians and white -men, but this is the first time I have ever witnessed -this incongruity. Trappers with ponies! Dog -teams—yes! But ponies never! Can you explain it, -Toma?”</p> -<p>“No. I not understand, corporal.”</p> -<p>Twice, during the next two days, the incident was -repeated. They passed other trappers’ shacks where -there were ponies. However, now the thing had become -such a commonplace occurrence that they ceased -to marvel at it. New interests occupied their attention. -The trail had widened and had become almost -a road. Indian villages were passed. They saw totem -poles. They crossed a river. Obliterated now were -the tracks of the pack-train. More and more traffic -with each succeeding day. One morning Dick made -a suggestion.</p> -<p>“Don’t you think we ought to hurry along and -catch up to them, corporal? They may be travelling -faster now and may give us the slip. We can slow -down again as soon as we catch sight of them.”</p> -<p>“Good idea,” responded Rand.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_151">151</div> -<p>There ensued a long period of forced marching, -during which the little party hardly took time to -eat or sleep. Hour after hour, they hurried on. The -pace began to tell. Nearly fifty-four hours later, -climbing to a height of land, they saw stretching out -before them, perhaps not more than ten miles away, -the huge, broad expanse of the ocean. But nowhere -along the trail ahead was there a sign of the pack-train. -Corporal Rand’s face shadowed with apprehension.</p> -<p>“Something mighty queer about this,” he pronounced. -“I can’t understand it. I’m beginning to -feel like a fool.”</p> -<p>“But what do you mean, corporal?”</p> -<p>“The pack-train—” the policeman’s voice caught.</p> -<p>“Yes. Yes,” persisted Dick. “What about it?”</p> -<p>Rand rubbed a hand across his troubled forehead.</p> -<p>“Just this, Dick: I can’t believe that the outlaws -have been able to gain so quickly on us. I wonder -what has happened.”</p> -<p>“They must be ahead somewhere. We’ve followed -them all the way. They couldn’t just disappear in -thin air.”</p> -<p>Before replying, the corporal brushed the snow -from a flat rock and sat down.</p> -<p>“That’s the natural hypothesis. But the facts don’t -seem to bear it out.”</p> -<p>“You mean—”</p> -<p>“I mean,” said the policeman, “that we’ve been -hoodwinked. They’ve contrived somehow to give -us the slip. I’m positive we won’t find them ahead. -Do you suppose we passed their camp during the -night?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_152">152</div> -<h2 id="c15">CHAPTER XV -<br /><span class="small">THE CORPORAL UPBRAIDS HIMSELF</span></h2> -<p>During the ensuing consultation there appeared -to be a diversity of opinion. Toma thought that they -ought to retrace their steps in an attempt to find -out where the outlaws had turned off the trail, while -Dick still held to the belief that the pack-train must -be somewhere ahead. As for Rand, he did not immediately -declare himself. Sitting on the rock, his -chin resting in his hands, he was immersed in deep -thought. Nearly ten minutes elapsed before he -looked up and addressed his two companions.</p> -<p>“I might as well be perfectly frank. I’m stuck. I -must confess that I don’t know where the pack-train -is. It may be behind or it may be ahead. If -they—the outlaws—are ahead, I will say they’ve been -moving faster than at any time since we left Settlement -Mountain.”</p> -<p>Dick stood impatiently, hands on hips, one moccasined -foot tracing patterns and queer hieroglyphics -in the soft snow at the side of the trail. Toma’s face -was inscrutable. What lay behind his mask-like -features no one might guess. Another interval of -silence—of inactivity. Finally Rand rose to his feet.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_153">153</div> -<p>“We’ll go on,” came his decision. “I doubt if we’ll -find them ahead, but we can search for the cabin in -which the furs are stored. The cache must be there -somewhere.”</p> -<p>Later in the day, they came out upon a tree-covered -plain close to the Pacific. They camped within -a thick shelter of pines, rolled in their blankets, and -on the following morning inaugurated a careful, -painstaking search.</p> -<p>Weary and discouraged, almost out of food, at the -end of the second day they found themselves on the -south side of a tiny inlet.</p> -<p>“We seem to be getting nowhere,” Rand confessed. -“I believe now that if there is a cache, it’s -farther back from the coast. We’ll skirt this inlet -and then return inland to see if by any chance we -can find a trace of the pack-train.”</p> -<p>Doggedly, in silence, the boys trailed along after -Rand. Half an hour later they broke through a -tangle of underbrush to a clearing beyond. Their -hearts leaped with joy. Built out from the shore -was a crudely constructed landing wharf, fashioned -entirely from pine and spruce timbers with a covering -of hewed poles. Close to the wharf—and what -struck their attention still more forcibly—stood a -large log building without windows—and with only -one door. It was a warehouse—nothing else! Probably -the cache itself!</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_154">154</div> -<p>“Hurray!” shouted Dick, as he broke into a run. -“We’ve found it!”</p> -<p>They brought up before the door of the building, -panting breathlessly. The door was padlocked. In -feverish haste, Toma secured a couple of sharp -rocks and commenced hammering upon the clasp. -Rand was smiling now for the first time in many -hours. When the efforts of Toma had been rewarded, -he stepped forward and yanked open the -barrier.</p> -<p>“Murky Nichols has been storing fur in here for -the past three or four years,” he told the boys. “This -will be the largest cache of stolen fur ever seized by -the police. It will mark the end of a series of lawless -depredations by the cleverest gang of crooks that has -ever operated in the North.”</p> -<p>When he had ceased speaking, the corporal stepped -inside. The place was dank, dark, evil-smelling. It -was impossible to see anything. Standing just behind -him, Toma struck a match. The tiny flame -flared up, but failed to light the mysterious, dark -recesses of the room. Dick and Toma alternated in -lighting matches. They pushed their way farther -into the darkness, groping about like ghouls in some -subterranean passage.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_155">155</div> -<p>Moisture had sprung out upon Dick’s forehead. -He was trembling and hot. Each tiny taper carried -them farther and farther on their round of exploration. -Finally, Corporal Rand stopped short and -threw up his hands in an exasperated gesture.</p> -<p>“Shades of a purple skunk!” he cried out angrily. -“There’s nothing here! Pshaw! The place is as -clean and bare as Mother Hubbard’s cupboard.”</p> -<p>The disappointment succeeding this announcement -was keen. Dick’s shoulders slumped and his head -drooped as he turned dejectedly and made his way -back to the door. Toma was the only one who had -anything to say.</p> -<p>“I tell you something, corporal. Mebbe no fur -here now, but all same Murky Nichols use this place -to make ’em cache. I know that.”</p> -<p>“How do you know it?” growled Dick.</p> -<p>“I tell by smell,” answered the guide.</p> -<p>“He’s right,” broke forth the corporal. “Fur has -been stored here. I can detect a familiar odor myself.”</p> -<p>“But how do you explain it?” asked Dick. “You -were under the impression that Nichols had a two-year -supply of stolen fur here. What has become of -it?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_156">156</div> -<p>“Unfortunately, I’m no wizard,” Rand answered -a little testily, “or I might be able to answer your -question. All I know is that Nichols has been shipping -fur for the last three or four years. As I told -you once before, we believe that a large shipment -was taken from here to Seattle by someone, who -either purchased the fur in good faith or who is a -confederate of Murky’s. Perhaps this person comes -up here oftener than we surmised. It may be that -he has just recently cleaned out this cache and will -return later for the fur now being brought here by -pack-train. Of only one thing am I reasonably sure, -and that is that this is the place where Nichols sends -his shipments.”</p> -<p>“If we wait here, pretty soon pack-train will come. -What you think?” Toma raised questioning eyes to -the mounted policeman.</p> -<p>“Yes,” said Rand, “the pack-train will come here. -We can’t miss it.”</p> -<p>“But what I don’t understand,” Dick spoke hesitatingly, -“is why the outlaws haven’t arrived days -ago. They were ahead of us when we started. Now -we’re ahead of them. How do you explain it, corporal?”</p> -<p>“I can think of only one explanation. The boat -from Seattle may not be due here for a week or -two. In the interim, the outlaws are putting up -somewhere along the trail, where there are better -facilities for feeding the men and caring for the -dogs and ponies. We must have passed them in the -dark.”</p> -<p>“What will we do?” asked Dick. “Go back and -try to find them or stay here?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_157">157</div> -<p>Rand made his decision promptly. “We might as -well stay here. They’ll have to come sooner or later. -All we can do now is to wait.”</p> -<p>Considerably cheered, the three walked out of the -building and made their way over to the landing -wharf. As they stood there, a disconcerting thought -occurred to Dick.</p> -<p>“The outlaws will be sure to see our tracks around -the warehouse when they come with the fur,” he -pointed out.</p> -<p>“Don’t worry about that,” said Rand. “They don’t -know yet that they’ve been followed by the police. -I doubt if they have a single suspicion. However, -when we go back, we’d better repair the damage to -the lock and door.”</p> -<p>Standing there, Dick half-expected to see at any -moment a vessel round the heavily wooded point -and come steaming toward them. He thought about -the boat from Seattle. Wouldn’t it be great sport -if the ship would arrive ahead of its schedule? If -this happened, would they drop anchor in the deep -waters of the inlet and wait for the coming of the -outlaws? What action would Rand take? Would -he attempt to capture the vessel, or would he fall -back out of sight to lay in concealment until the arrival -of the pack-train?</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_158">158</div> -<p>The first light of oncoming dawn struck Dick’s -eyes on the following morning when he peeped out -from between his Hudson’s Bay blankets. It was -really still too early to get up and it provoked him -to find that he had awakened so soon. Neither Toma -nor the corporal would be astir for another two -hours. What had aroused him? He sat up impatiently, -tucked the blankets around his feet. Then he -heard a voice:</p> -<p>“What a fool I am. I must be suffering from a -mental relapse. What is the matter with me? A -blind bat! A nincompoop! Honestly, I need a -guardian.”</p> -<p>The assertions were made with such deliberateness, -with such sincerity, that Dick grinned in spite -of himself. He turned his head quickly in the direction -of Rand’s bed and discovered that person -sitting up like himself, and staring moodily out -through the thick obstruction of trees. Rand’s back -was towards him. Apparently, the policeman believed -that his remarks had fallen upon heedless ears. Naturally -he supposed that the boys still slept.</p> -<p>“What’s wrong, corporal?” pleasantly inquired the -eavesdropper.</p> -<p>Rand started and half-turned. His manner was a -little sheepish, like that of a boy caught in some -foolish prank.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_159">159</div> -<p>“So you heard me?” Rand turned completely -around and grinned. “Well, anyway, you know now -what I think of myself. When you have finished -dressing, Dick, come and clout me over the head. -You have my permission. I’ve been guilty of blithering -idiocy. How I ever contrived to persuade the -R. N. W. M. P. to take me into the service will -always remain an unsolved mystery.”</p> -<p>Dick laughed outright. “I don’t think you do yourself -justice, corporal. What makes you say that?”</p> -<p>“My conscience hurts me. I’m an ass. When I -awoke about twenty minutes ago, it suddenly dawned -on me how completely we’ve been fooled.”</p> -<p>“By whom?” inquired Dick, wondering if the -policeman had taken leave of his senses.</p> -<p>“By the outlaws.”</p> -<p>“You mean when they gave us the slip?”</p> -<p>“Yes. That’s it exactly.”</p> -<p>“That wasn’t your fault. We’ve been careful -enough.”</p> -<p>Corporal Rand threw back his blankets and commenced -to dress.</p> -<p>“Do you remember, Dick,” he resumed, “when we -passed the first trapper’s shack on the trail this side -of Dominion Range, and Toma called our attention -to the three ponies?”</p> -<p>Dick nodded.</p> -<p>“You may recall,” Rand went on, “that the presence -of the ponies there puzzled me. Subsequently -the thing was repeated at other trappers’ cabins along -the route we were travelling. Now, as I look back -upon it all, I’m ashamed of my stupidity, I should -have known right away what was taking place.”</p> -<p>“I’m afraid I don’t follow you.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_160">160</div> -<p>“The ponies were part of the pack-train. The -furs were unloaded at various places along the line. -As the pack-train progressed, it became smaller, until, -finally, nothing was left of it. That explains -many things. It explains why we have been unable -to overtake the outlaws. Murky’s precious shipment -is scattered along the trail over a distance of twenty -miles.”</p> -<p>“What a trick!” Dick exclaimed. “Pretty clever -ruse, wasn’t it? The outlaws must have known all -the time that we were following them. It took a -genius to think of a plan like that.”</p> -<p>“I don’t believe they knew we were following -them,” stated the corporal. “It’s probably the usual -procedure, inaugurated by Murky himself. Nichols -does not feel safe with all of his eggs in one basket. -He doesn’t believe in taking unnecessary risks. The -trappers who live along the trail, where we saw the -ponies, are probably in his employ—really not trappers -at all. They guard the caches of stolen fur.”</p> -<p>Rand paused for a moment, then continued:</p> -<p>“Do you remember, Dick, how many of those -trappers’ shacks there were where we saw ponies?”</p> -<p>“Three,” answered Dick quickly.</p> -<p>“But we went past several where we saw none. -Do you recall whether there were dogs around these -places?”</p> -<p>“Yes, I believe so.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_161">161</div> -<p>Rand mumbled something which Dick did not -catch. Then—</p> -<p>“Well, I’ve come to this conclusion: Those five -or six places harbour the outlaws—all of them, every -member of the pack-train. I’m convinced that if we -went back there tomorrow we’d also find the fur.”</p> -<p>“If Murky has five or six separate caches, why -did he build the warehouse?”</p> -<p>“Couldn’t very well get along without it. Consider -his position. The boat from Seattle may on -occasion be two or three days late. What is to be -done with the fur? It is too valuable to be piled up -on the landing wharf in all kinds of weather. The -warehouse would be—”</p> -<p>Corporal Rand did not complete the sentence. -Dick had jumped to his feet and was waving his -arms about wildly.</p> -<p>“There it comes! There it comes!” he shouted. -“The boat! It has entered the inlet. Look, corporal!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_162">162</div> -<h2 id="c16">CHAPTER XVI -<br /><span class="small">MURKY NICHOLS!</span></h2> -<p>The vessel came to anchor not far from the -landing wharf. The throb of her engines ceased. -Immaculate in fresh paint—a dull gray—she rode -prettily in the water. Her graceful lines resembled -those of a yacht. It was evident that she had been -built for speed. Slung out over port and starboard, -were two small boats, one of which, judging from -the plaintive creaking of ropes, was about to be lowered. -The three watched her for a while, endeavoring -to make out some of the figures on board.</p> -<p>“She must be days ahead of her schedule,” surmised -Rand. “The outlaws would never have cached -the fur along the line if they had known she was -coming in so soon. What’s that?”</p> -<p>They heard rather than saw the oncoming figure—someone -trampling along through the brush. Then -the newcomer broke into the clearing and for the first -time his form stood revealed.</p> -<p>Dick’s throat contracted. He shrank back against -the thicket, reaching out for support. A faintly -audible exclamation rose to his lips.</p> -<p>“Murky Nichols!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_163">163</div> -<p>The silence that fell over the little party was so -deep, so breathless that they could hear the thicket -rustling in the faint breeze. Corporal Rand stared -at Dick, and that young man returned the gaze with -an expression that was indescribable. Toma whispered -hoarsely:</p> -<p>“How him get here? I thought he go back to -Fort Good Faith.”</p> -<p>“Apparently not!” Rand gritted from between set -teeth. “A ruse, a trick—he’s full of them. One -never knows what Nichols is planning, or where he -is likely to be at any stated time. He bobs up everywhere. -It has always been difficult to follow his -movements. He’s here now. It’s something I hadn’t -bargained for.”</p> -<p>The lanky, indolent figure slumped past the warehouse, -heading for the wharf. A gray felt hat was -pulled down over his forehead, the brim almost resting -upon his shaggy eyebrows. Reaching his objective, -he pulled a knife and plug of tobacco from -his pocket and lazily sliced off a generous hunk. -Having completed this important operation, he -glanced up, slowly raised his arm and began signalling -the vessel.</p> -<p>There sounded the creaking of hawsers, then a -low splash as the boat hit the water. Two men, one -of them in a blue cap and uniform, rowed for the -shore. They reached the landing wharf, clambering -up with the assistance of Murky.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_164">164</div> -<p>Although they could see everything that happened, -Rand and the two boys were unable to catch more -than a low murmur of sound coming from the conspirators. -Once the voice of the man in uniform -rose appreciably, but even then they could not catch -what was said.</p> -<p>“I’d give my right arm to be able to sit under that -wharf and listen to them,” Rand whispered eagerly.</p> -<p>“What you think them fellows do?” Toma wished -to know.</p> -<p>“Can’t imagine. Something’s up. I wonder why -Murky didn’t bring along his pack-train. What’s -the reason for the delay?”</p> -<p>Scarcely had the words left the policeman’s mouth, -when he jumped back, nerves taut, eyes shining. A -perfect bedlam of sound arose. It drifted across to -them through the trees, disturbing the stillness, the -calm of the forest’s solitude. They could hear the -voices of men, the whinnying of ponies, the guttural -shouts of packers, the swishing and snapping of underbrush. -Dick seized Toma’s arm and held it in -a vise-like grip. In a sort of stupor, he noticed that -Rand was filling a rifle-clip with cartridges. The -pack-train came into view at the edge of the clearing—ten -horses, four dog teams and six men. They -gathered about the warehouse, a confused mass of -horses, dogs and men, seeming to hesitate, in reality -waiting for a signal from Nichols.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_165">165</div> -<p>It was a crucial moment. Dick knew that the time -had come for action, yet the thought terrified him. -What chance had they against so many? Not counting -Nichols, there were six of the outlaws and probably -as many more sailors aboard the yacht. Chills, -like tiny currents of ice, coursed down Dick’s spine.</p> -<p>The policeman seemed to sense Dick’s feelings, -almost to read his thoughts. He reached over and -patted the younger man affectionately on the -shoulder.</p> -<p>“Don’t worry, Dick, we’ll come out all right. Just -keep cool. You’ve been anxious to join the Royal -Mounted—now show me the stuff you’re made of. -You too, Toma.”</p> -<p>“Yes sir, corporal, I stick by you when we make -’em big fight. You just tell ’em Toma what to do.”</p> -<p>“What’s our first move?” asked Dick. “Do you -intend to meet the outlaws face to face? Aren’t -there too many for us?”</p> -<p>“The best way to defeat a gang like this is to -capture its leader. That’s what I propose to do now. -Murky Nichols is the man I want. He’s the directing -force here, the brains behind every move. The -others are mere chessmen. He’s the player. I intend -to walk right over in the presence of every one -of his men and take him prisoner.”</p> -<p>“What!” gasped Dick.</p> -<p>“I can do it.” Rand’s voice was calm.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_166">166</div> -<p>It was a breathless, incredible thing that Rand -proposed. A desperate plan indeed—seemingly foolhardy! -It required bravery of the deepest brand—nerves -of steel and a courage that would never falter.</p> -<p>“You can’t make it,” almost whimpered Dick. “A -bullet will bring you down before you go fifty -yards.”</p> -<p>“I don’t think so,” the corporal answered, only a -slight tremor in his voice. “There’s a psychology -about this thing, Dick, that neither you nor I understand. -At first, they’ll be too startled to do anything. -By the time they have recovered from their surprise, -they won’t be able to shoot without endangering -the lives of Nichols and the two sailors. At any -rate, I’m willing to take the chance.”</p> -<p>“It isn’t fair!” Dick protested hotly. “Why should -you run all the risks alone? Corporal Rand, I won’t -permit it. If you’re going to walk over there, I’m -going with you.”</p> -<p>The suspicion of a twinkle showed in Rand’s unwavering -gray eyes. But his voice was stern.</p> -<p>“Who’s in command here?”</p> -<p>“Yes, I know,” argued Dick. “But just the -same—”</p> -<p>“You and Toma will stay here. That’s final. By -doing that, you can serve me better than by going -along with me.”</p> -<p>“How?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_167">167</div> -<p>“In various ways. I could tell you better if I -knew exactly what is going to happen. I may not -capture Nichols at all; he may capture me. If he -does, there is the chance that you may be able to -rescue me. It may be that I am wrong too about -the outlaws being too astonished to fire at me while -I am crossing the clearing. If I am wrong, you -may be able to draw their fire and give me a chance -to escape.”</p> -<p>Without once faltering, Corporal Rand struck -boldly out into the clearing and headed straight for -the wharf. His course would take him about forty -yards west of the warehouse on the side opposite -the door. The outlaws completely encircled the building. -Dick thought at first that it was their purpose -to unload the furs, placing them in the building, -but on second thought, he realized that this would -not be the case. With the yacht riding at anchor in -the inlet, it stood to reason that the furs would be -placed on the landing wharf, thereby saving a second -handling. In fact, the corporal had proceeded -scarcely twenty feet on his way, when Murky raised -one arm as a signal for the pack-train to come closer. -Fortunately, no one had as yet noticed the policeman.</p> -<p>Dick was rapidly losing control of his nerves. -The tension was terrible. He experienced a feeling -similar to that of being smothered under a blanket. -His gaze was fairly riveted on the retreating figure. -Every step that the corporal took positively -hurt him.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_168">168</div> -<p>He closed his eyes for a moment. He felt dizzy -and weak. He could hear Toma’s breathing—choking -and asthmatic. He reached out and grabbed convulsively -for a branch that drooped down in front -of him. A wail of terror issued from his lips. A -crash, a puff of smoke! Corporal Rand stumbled a -little, as if his toe had caught in some obstruction -underfoot. Dick saw Murky wheel in surprise, his -hand fumbling at his belt, face white and tense. -But Rand had already pulled his gun and though -still thirty feet away, he had the drop on his opponent. -Murky’s hand and those of the two sailors -went up, clawing the air. A few more steps, and -Rand stood amongst them.</p> -<p>Murky shrieked out something in Cree, which resulted -in immediate confusion around the warehouse. -Packers sprang to their ponies, whips cracked—hurried -calls and frenzied oaths. Figures darted -back and forth as though daft. Presently out of the -confusion came some semblance of order. The -pack-train started away in full retreat—a retreat -that was almost a rout.</p> -<p>Dick knew now what Murky’s command had been: -Unable to save himself, only one chance was left him—to -send away the pack-train, to get rid of the -tell-tale evidence. Occupied as he was, Corporal -Rand was powerless to prevent it.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_169">169</div> -<p>The packers had drawn their guns and were herding -the ponies across the clearing, shouting hoarsely -at the top of their lungs. Dick saw Toma leap past -him, rifle held in readiness. For a split-second he stood -undecided, then he too turned and rushed frantically -away to head off the retreating party. Panting, they -circled around to the far side of the clearing, just -as the head of the column entered the woods. Toma’s -rifle spurted fire and Dick followed his example. -The rout became a stampede. Ponies broke away -from their packers and rushed away at a mad gallop. -Dog teams snarled and fought. Taken completely by -surprise, the outlaws huddled together, firing volley -after volley at the place where the boys lay concealed.</p> -<p>From that time on, at least as far as Dick was -concerned, things became blurred, hazy—unreal. -Bullets flew in the brush everywhere. The pack-train -had stampeded, but the outlaws still remained. -Most of Murky’s adherents had now taken to cover -and were offering a most stubborn resistance. It -was plain that Dick and Toma had failed in their -efforts.</p> -<p>There came suddenly a lull in the firing. In a -choked, excited voice, Dick spoke to Toma:</p> -<p>“This is a terrible mess. We haven’t succeeded in -accomplishing anything. First thing we know, one -of these outlaws will get a pot-shot at Rand—and -then all will be over.”</p> -<p>“Corporal no fool,” Toma replied. “Things not -so bad what you think. Here come policeman now.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_170">170</div> -<p>It was true. With the prisoners walking ahead of -him, Rand came straight toward the place of the recent -skirmish. This was the reason why the firing -had ceased. The outlaws were waiting for Murky. -As the policeman and his three prisoners came directly -opposite Dick heard Rand giving orders. -Then Nichols called out in a trembling voice:</p> -<p>“Come out of it, boys. It’s all over. Come out, -I tell yuh. If any o’ yuh shoot, I’m a dead man!”</p> -<p>One or two at a time, the outlaws came out, -dropped their guns and moved forward to Murky’s -side, hands held high. Seeing the turn affairs had -taken, Dick and Toma also lost no time in joining -the group.</p> -<p>“Well, Murky, I guess it’s all over,” Rand stated -evenly. “We haven’t seized your fur yet, but that -won’t take long. Have you anything to say for yourself?”</p> -<p>“Nothin’ at all, corporal,” Nichols answered insolently. -“But mebbe we ain’t through yet—you an’ -me.”</p> -<p>Rand ignored the threat.</p> -<p>“You can dispatch two of your men to overtake -the stampeded ponies and find the dog teams. Toma -will go along with them.”</p> -<p>Murky issued the orders, but the young guide -stepped forward and exclaimed:</p> -<p>“Men not all here, corporal. First time over at -warehouse I count six packers. Only four here.”</p> -<p>Dick confirmed Toma’s statement.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_171">171</div> -<p>“That’s right. There were six. I counted them -myself. We’d better be careful.”</p> -<p>“Is this true, Murky?” Rand scowled.</p> -<p>“Yep.”</p> -<p>“Where are they?”</p> -<p>“How should I know? I wasn’t here. Yuh oughta -know that.”</p> -<p>“You’ll be responsible if anything happens,” -warned the policeman.</p> -<p>Not long afterward, Toma and two of the outlaws -went out in search of the stampeded ponies, -while Rand and Dick took the remaining men—with -the exception of the uniformed sailor and -Murky—and locked them in the warehouse. Then -Rand turned to the officer in charge of the yacht:</p> -<p>“You’d better order your vessel in, captain.”</p> -<p>“I’ll try, but I don’t know whether they’ll come,” -trembled the sailor.</p> -<p>“They’ll save themselves a lot of trouble if they -do. I have the name and description of your vessel. -Remember you’re dealing with the Canadian government -now.”</p> -<p>But the captain was right. Signalling from the -wharf proved of no avail. There came derisive -shouts from the men aboard, and not long afterward -the sailors hoisted the anchor and the yacht steamed -out of the inlet.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_172">172</div> -<h2 id="c17">CHAPTER XVII -<br /><span class="small">DICK GOES TO THE RESCUE</span></h2> -<p>The escape of the outlaws from the warehouse -during the night was one of those regrettable happenings -that come occasionally when least expected. -On the following morning as Dick opened the door -a deep silence greeted him. The prisoners had gone. -Investigation showed that part of the flooring had -been removed and that the outlaws had dug their -way out during the night. The shock of this discovery -staggered Dick, who lost no time in reporting -to Constable Rand. The policeman received the -news calmly.</p> -<p>“Well, there’s no use worrying about it. I’m -sorry, but it can’t be helped. We have the ring-leaders—which -is much more important. The police -will retake the others in the course of time. Right -now, I’m worrying more about Toma and the pack-ponies. -What has become of the fur? If we lose the -fur, we’ll have no direct evidence against Murky.”</p> -<p>“Why,” said Dick in surprise, “I should think you -could convict him easily. What about the shooting -of Pearly and the assault upon Richardson?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_173">173</div> -<p>“True enough. But Murky didn’t commit these -crimes.”</p> -<p>“No; but he ordered them done. He’s the person -responsible.”</p> -<p>“Unfortunately, that may be rather hard to prove. -It all depends upon what attitude the other outlaws -take.”</p> -<p>The forenoon was long and tedious. Lines of -worry began to crease the corporal’s forehead. Dick -was driven to the verge of desperation. The pack-train -had not yet returned. Sitting in front of the -campfire, opposite the sailor and Nichols, with Rand -pacing nervously back and forth behind him, Dick -pictured a hundred imaginary perils and disasters -that had befallen Toma. Sometimes he saw him -languishing in a dark, foul room, suffering all the -tortures of imprisonment; and again he visualized -a limp, lifeless form, crumpled in the snow in the -depth of some forest solitude, around him the leering, -grinning faces of the outlaws. By three o’clock -in the afternoon, Dick had become almost desperate. -He rose to his feet and drew the corporal -aside.</p> -<p>“I can’t endure this much longer. Let’s do something.”</p> -<p>The policeman took the younger man’s arm affectionately.</p> -<p>“What would you suggest?”</p> -<p>“I don’t know,” wailed Dick.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_174">174</div> -<p>“There is only one thing that I can propose—and -you may not like that.”</p> -<p>“What is it?”</p> -<p>“You can stay here and watch these two vultures -while I go out and try to find Toma.”</p> -<p>Moisture had gathered in Dick’s eyes. Through a -glistening film, he looked up at the corporal.</p> -<p>“Will you let me go? This inactivity, this suspense -is killing me by inches. Corporal, I’ll promise -to be very careful. But please let me go.”</p> -<p>“All right, Dick, you can start. Take your blankets -and a few supplies—if you can find any. If you -have not discovered any trace of him by noon tomorrow, -come back and report to me.”</p> -<p>Dick lost no time in making his departure. All -that afternoon he trudged through the snow, sometimes -picking up the track of a pony and losing it -again, on other occasions, coming across human -footprints or the charred remains of a campfire. -When darkness descended, he was miles back from -the coast, with nothing more encouraging to buoy -up his spirits than the thought that he must soon -reach the main-travelled trail. His aching legs carried -him along the slope of a hill—up, up interminably; -then he struck out north by east in the direction -he knew must eventually lead him to the place -he sought. But as the miles slipped past, he grew -so weary and footsore that he decided to make camp -for the night. Just ahead he could see what appeared -to be the edge of a coulee—and he struggled -on with the intention of entering it, thereby gaining -protection from the chill, moist wind that blew in -from the sea.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_175">175</div> -<p>Imagine his surprise, upon approaching closer, -to discover that it was not a coulee at all, but a deep-set -basin, looking somewhat like the ancient bed of -a lake. It was nearly three miles across, several hundred -feet deep, and thickly overgrown with red -willow. Near its center, he saw the twinkling light -of a cabin.</p> -<p>An hour later, he approached the cabin and -knocked timidly at the door. A squint-eyed native, -so old that his yellow face was a curious net-work -of wrinkles, admitted him.</p> -<p>“I want drink and food,” Dick informed the man, -stumbling over the Indian words.</p> -<p>The old man nodded acquiescence, leading the way -into the house. He clapped his hands together -sharply and waited. From the loft above, there came -immediately the sound of shuffling feet, then a form, -even more senile than that of Dick’s host, slowly -descended a rickety ladder, emitting as it came a -series of rheumatic groans. The woman, following -instructions from her husband and a half-timid stare -at Dick, hobbled into the adjoining room and returned -presently, carrying an earthern pot, which she -placed upon the floor in front of her visitor. It was -a cold but not unsavory mixture of fish and vegetables -and Dick, weak from hunger, carried the food -to a bench at one side of the room and began eating -with avidity.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_176">176</div> -<p>Thus far, he had not been successful in finding -any trace of Toma. Neither had he seen any of the -outlaws, although he was sure they must be somewhere -in the vicinity. Probably a few of them had -even passed by this cabin. Dick had learned a little -Cree and he decided to question the old Indian. -After several unsuccessful attempts, he finally gained -the information that a number of pack-horses, in -charge of three men, had crossed the basin only a -few hours previous.</p> -<p>Dick received the news with a joyous quickening -of the heart. From the native’s description, Toma -was one of the party.</p> -<p>“Which way were they travelling?” came his next -eager question.</p> -<p>He expected, of course, to hear that they were -going east in search of the remainder of the ponies, -but to his surprise the Indian pointed westward. -This meant that he and Toma had passed each other -only a short time before. The guide, having completed -a successful search, was returning to the coast.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_177">177</div> -<p>It was cheering information and Dick decided that -as soon as he had finished his welcome repast and -had rested for a short time, he would retrace his -steps and rejoin his friends. Putting aside the -empty dish, he turned eagerly upon his host, just as -that worthy stepped back from his place by the door, -fear and dismay depicted in his watery old eyes. -Almost simultaneously, there fell across Dick’s sensitive -ears the sound of approaching footsteps, then -a voice that caused him to experience a momentary -sensation of chill.</p> -<p>With a finger on his lips as a warning to the native, -Dick scurried up the ladder, pulling it up after -him. His hands were shaking. He deposited the ladder -on the floor, tiptoed across the loft and lay down -with his eyes at a crack.</p> -<p>The door of the room below was pushed rudely -open, without even the formality of a knock, and -three men—all of them outlaws—entered. Of the -three, one was a white man—the sailor who had -come ashore with the captain of the yacht. He wore -a gray cap and a much-soiled suit of clothes—apparel -too thin for that climate! He sat down shivering -close to the fireplace, extending his blue, unmittened -hands toward the blaze. He did not even look -up as one of the other outlaws called loudly for food -and growled unpleasantly when it did not appear -forthwith.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_178">178</div> -<p>While they ate, Dick lay watching them. He hoped -that none of the outlaws would make a search of the -house. Even if they did—now that the ladder was -pulled up—he was fairly sure they would not come to -the loft. He was feeling comparatively safe, until -he became conscious of a step behind him. Then he -became panic-stricken. His tongue clove to the roof -of his mouth. He had hardly the strength to turn -his head as the apparition passed, a young Indian -girl not over seventeen or eighteen years of age. She -had paused, looked at him in a sort of bewildered -manner, then moved forward, picked up the ladder, -let it slip through the hole in the floor, and proceeded -to climb down to the room below.</p> -<p>Dick’s breath caught as he thought about the ladder -projecting there through the aperture, where the -Indian girl had left it. It was a strange trick of fate -that had been played upon him at a most inopportune -time. The outlaws now had easy access to the -loft. It would be simple enough indeed to come up -and take him like a rat in a trap.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_179">179</div> -<p>Also, there was another horn to the dilemma. Unwittingly, -the girl might blurt out something about -his presence there. And if she did, the outlaws would -hear it immediately and the game would be up. The -very imminence of the thing was not conducive to -Dick’s peace of mind. Lying there, not daring to -stir, expecting at any moment to hear the ladder -creak under the weight of one or more of his enemies, -he sweated in an agony of apprehension. He -had left his rifle below and, unfortunately, his revolver -was empty. Desperately, he looked about him for -some sort of weapon that he might use in his own -defense. He could see nothing. Except for the blankets -in the far corner, the loft was bare. A small -pocket-knife was the only thing he had that would -be of the slightest service in a hand-to-hand encounter.</p> -<p>Soon afterward, one of the outlaws turned upon -the Indian woman and demanded more food. She -shook her head, informing him in Cree that there -was nothing more in the house. The outlaw apparently -did not believe this and, in a sudden burst of -anger, advanced and shook her roughly by the -shoulder.</p> -<p>The girl intervened. With a tiger-like spring, she -bounded forward, slapping him across the face. In -a blind fury now, he attempted to retaliate, but she -eluded him and ran to the center of the room. Here -he caught her, but released her with a snarl, as her -teeth sank into his arm. Eyes blazing, he grabbed -for her again, but she dodged past. His long fingers -caught in a string of beads, tearing it from her -neck. Then Dick’s heart seemed to stand still. She -had started up the ladder, the outlaw in hot pursuit.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_180">180</div> -<p>During the next few moments Dick’s movements -were performed subconsciously—and with the speed -of desperation. The girl’s head had appeared in -the aperture, when he jumped past her. Feet foremost, -he crashed into the repulsive up-turned face; -crashed into it, then went down—girl, outlaw and -ladder together—landing with a terrific impact that -shook the house.</p> -<p>Stunned, he and the girl separated themselves -from the confused muddle and struggled to their -feet. The outlaw, however, did not stir. When Dick -sprang forward and seized his rifle, the man still -lay there, one brown, claw-like hand still retaining -three or four unstrung beads.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_181">181</div> -<h2 id="c18">CHAPTER XVIII -<br /><span class="small">A DUSKY FRIEND</span></h2> -<p>No sooner had Dick picked up his rifle than he -realized that he could not possibly escape the second -half-breed and the sailor who stood by the fireplace. -The odds were against him. The sailor had covered -him with an ugly-looking automatic, while the -breed’s rifle was held at a threatening angle. He -put down his gun as quickly as he could, deciding to -face the situation squarely. Reaction from his first -spasm of fear had left him calm and cool, his mind -on the alert.</p> -<p>“You’re too many for me. I’ll give up.”</p> -<p>“You showed a lot of good sense there,” approved -the sailor. “We sure would o’ drilled you, Buddy, -if you’d made another move. Looks as if you’d -done about enough damage now.”</p> -<p>Dick turned his head and looked again at the -crumpled form of the girl’s assailant.</p> -<p>“I’m sorry this had to happen. I guess he’ll -recover.”</p> -<p>“Playing the hero stuff, eh?” leered the sailor. -“She ought to feel pretty proud o’ your work. I -must say you made a good job o’ it.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_182">182</div> -<p>Dick flushed, but did not reply. He was watching -the half-breed, who had advanced upon the old -Indian and had demanded a rope with which to bind -his prisoner. He saw the old man shake his head. -The watery old eyes, set in the curious net-work of -wrinkles, roved fearfully from face to face. Would -the outlaw please believe him? He spoke the truth. -God was his witness.</p> -<p>The half-breed considered the problem for a short -space, his crafty gaze darting here and there around -the room. In spite of his host’s assertion to the -contrary, he was sure that the old man was not telling -the truth. He walked into the kitchen and came -back, shaking his head. He scrambled up to the -loft, where Dick heard him prowling around, muttering -to himself. He reappeared, at length, carrying -a thick woolen blanket, which he had taken from -the girl’s bed. Producing a hunting knife, he cut -this into strips about two inches wide, and in a -short time had Dick bound as securely as if he had -used moosehide thongs or manilla rope.</p> -<p>“Kind o’ hard on you, ain’t it, Buddy,” sympathised -the sailor. “If it was me now, running this -show, I’d let you go free. ’Cause we ain’t got no -particular quarrel with you. But his nibs here seems -to think that you require special attention.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_183">183</div> -<p>Dick and the sailor kept up a desultory conversation -for the next two or three hours, the sailor doing -most of the talking. He bitterly regretted the -circumstances that had brought him here. He spoke -contemptuously of his two companions. They were -not his sort. He liked neither of them. During the -day he had suffered from cold and exposure and had -undergone a terrible agony caused by blistered feet. -This was no country for a white man.</p> -<p>“If I had my wish right now, Buddy, I’d be -aboard the ‘Elenore,’ steamin’ down along the -coast,” he declared presently.</p> -<p>“You should have remained behind when the outlaws -broke out of the warehouse,” Dick reminded -him.</p> -<p>“What! Stay there, an’ later on get throwed into -jail? I should say not. Even if I do have to suffer -now, I can mebbe make my way back to the States -somehow.”</p> -<p>“They’ll get you sooner or later,” Dick argued.</p> -<p>“Mebbe so, but I’ll take my chances.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_184">184</div> -<p>The room became more quiet. The old Indian -and his wife and daughter retired to the loft, leaving -the outlaws in full charge. The man, whom -Dick had hurt in his leap from the top of the ladder, -had recovered consciousness, but was as yet too -dazed and shaken to do more than lie groaning in -the corner, where he had been carried. His friend—he -who had bound Dick—paid little attention -either to this manifestation of suffering or to the -conversation between Dick and the sailor. In a -short time he had begun to drowse, chin on his chest, -eyes half open. With a friendly nod to Dick, the -sailor rose from his place by the fire, and, using -his coat as a pillow, lay down upon the hard -floor.</p> -<p>Two candles furnished light for the room. One -had been placed on a shelf on the wall, the other on -a small table by the door, leading to the kitchen. -Except for the ruddy glare from the fireplace, there -was no other light. When the other occupants of -the room had fallen asleep, Dick rolled restlessly -from side to side. Occasionally, his gaze fell upon -the candles. Both had burned low, now flickering -and fluttering eerily. The shadows deepened. -When he awoke, following a fitful nap, one of the -candles had gone out. The fire also had burned low. -Its feeble red glow cast a weird and ghastly shaft of -light across the floor. As Dick turned his face to -the wall, the remaining taper sputtered and burned -down.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_185">185</div> -<p>Again sleep claimed him—this time deep and unbroken -for several hours. He was startled into -wakefulness by a loud banging at the door. A -match flared through the darkness, footsteps -sounded across the floor, the bolt was slid back to -admit two muffled forms. The two newcomers, -accompanied by the man who had bound Dick, -strode over to the fireplace and piled on more fuel. -In the ruddy glow that sprang up shortly afterward, -Dick recognized them both—two more of the packers -who had escaped from the warehouse.</p> -<p>For nearly an hour, the three jabbered unabatingly -in Cree. Dick was able to understand a good -deal of what was said. He followed their long, -rambling discourse with increasing interest. Here -was news indeed! A plot! The eavesdropper -caught his breath, felt his pulses leap quickly.</p> -<p>They proposed on the following morning to set out -for the warehouse to rescue Murky and the others. -But it was more than a mere rescue. It was to be -an ambuscade. From different directions they -would creep up within rifle range of the policeman -and, when the first opportunity presented itself, -would riddle his body with bullets. Later on, they -would shoot Toma. As soon as Murky had been -released, they would recover the fur and travel -south.</p> -<p>Then, with a start, Dick heard them mention him. -He too would meet the same fate as the others—only -much sooner. Was it not a tedious business to -drag along a prisoner? Much more simple to dispatch -him with a knife or bullet before starting. -Anyway, it was no more serious an offense to kill -three men than two. The punishment would be -the same if they got caught. But that was unthinkable. -They would escape easily this time. It would -be very simple.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_186">186</div> -<p>“Is not all this true, brothers?” inquired the chief -conspirator.</p> -<p>There came guttural assent. Emphatic nods of -confirmation.</p> -<p>“Is there anything to eat in the house of this -doddering old spy?” one of the newcomers wished -to know.</p> -<p>The answer came in the negative.</p> -<p>“Or drink?”</p> -<p>“There is nothing, my brother.”</p> -<p>“Then we will sleep.”</p> -<p>They proceeded to do this with a celerity that -was astonishing. Soon their heavy snoring rumbled -across the stillness of the room.</p> -<p>The hours passed slowly, seeming interminable. -Dick slept by fits and starts. Once he awoke, conscious -of a strange feeling. Had he heard someone -moving about? He lay very still, endeavoring to -catch the sound again, but although he listened for a -long time, it was not repeated. He was almost -asleep again when soft footfalls issued from the -loft. A faint cushion-like tread, a creak of the ladder, -then a vague form groping about the room.</p> -<p>The person, whoever it was, paused and remained -perfectly still for several tense moments. Again the -soft footfalls. Another pause. The ghostly visitor -was getting closer now—almost within reach of -Dick’s arm, had he been able to use it. The figure -advanced another step; a hand groped forth experimentally. -Dick’s heart almost stopped beating. -Dark as it was, he caught the gleam of a knife.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_187">187</div> -<p>The Indian girl! A surge of elation swept over -him. She stooped down and a moment later his -bonds were cut. He was free! It seemed incredible. -He was free! He could move his numb and -aching limbs. Under the stress of a great emotion, -he reached up and patted his rescuer’s soft cheek. -Just then he could have shed tears of happiness.</p> -<p>Not even a whisper had passed between them. -The girl pressed the knife in his hand, and then, to -his utter astonishment, a bulky object, which he -knew immediately was his own automatic. Abruptly -she left him. The soft footfalls across the floor, -the faint creak of the ladder, a rustle in the loft -above—followed by a deep, unearthly silence. Dick -lay, eyes open wide, staring out across the room. -The girl had not been heard. The whilom packers -still slept, as their deep breathing attested. His -chance had come!</p> -<p>He sat up cautiously, his gaze turned in the direction -of the door. It was about twelve feet away. -To reach it, it would be necessary to pass the sleeping -form of the half-breed who had bound him. -Trembling, he arose, feeling his way ahead but had -gone only a few steps when he stopped short in -uncertainty. No longer could he hear the man’s -deep breathing. Was he awake? Fully five minutes -passed before Dick again essayed to move, to dare -take the risk. Then, gaining more confidence, he -tiptoed straight to the door, one hand reaching out to -shoot the bolt.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_188">188</div> -<p>Two spurts of flame stabbed the dark, a hurtling -form missed him by a scant three inches as he -swung open the door. He leaped outside and -started away on a run. The wind tore at his -clothes. His parka slipped from his head and fell -to the ground. Through the smothering obscurity -of the night he raced wildly, in his terror imagining -that he could hear plainly the patter of footsteps behind. -Never once did he slacken his speed until he -had reached the foot of the slope, leading up from -the ancient bed of the lake. Here he stopped short, -choking for breath, listening fearfully for the sound -of his pursuers.</p> -<p>Dick did not deceive himself in believing that no -attempt would be made to recapture him. Even -now the outlaws had probably left the cabin and -were in swift pursuit. He paused in the shelter of -a bush to strike a match and consult his watch. To -his surprise, it was now nearly six o’clock. Dawn -would soon break and it behooved him to put as -many miles between him and his pursuers, as -possible.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_189">189</div> -<p>He went on through the pitchy darkness that -obscured the earth. He had a fair sense of direction, -but at length he became confused. For all he -knew, he might be travelling miles off his course. -When the first faint light of day streaked the east, -he paused in dismay. His fears were confirmed. -He had been walking south instead of west, and it -would be necessary to retrace his steps. His heart -was heavy as he turned to the right and struck off -through a wilderness of rocks and trees that encompassed -him on every side.</p> -<p>Daylight found him on the shore of a small -river, not yet frozen over, whose icy waters cascaded -down from the hills. He knew that if he followed -this stream, it would lead him eventually to the -ocean. He struggled on, conscious of fatigue and -hunger. His feet were blistered and sore. His -clothing was torn. An unexpected fall on a slippery -rock had wrenched his right wrist, causing him -excruciating pain. He was moving slowly along, -wondering how much farther he would be compelled -to go before he reached the coast, when a tall -figure stepped out from its concealment of rocks, -less than fifty yards ahead. It was one of the -outlaws.</p> -<p>For a time despair choked him. Then he jumped -quickly to cover and hurried back over the selfsame -route he had come.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_190">190</div> -<h2 id="c19">CHAPTER XIX -<br /><span class="small">A GAME OF HIDE-AND-SEEK</span></h2> -<p>During the next few hours, Dick engaged in a -grim and desperate game of hide-and-seek with the -outlaws. On several occasions he escaped death narrowly. -He turned hither and thither, like a hunted -animal, only to find his path barred by one or more -of his enemies. Finally, in a last despairing effort -to save himself, he struck off toward a high hill, on -the crest of which were lofty rocks and towering -pinnacles—broken and jagged slabs of granite. Here -he would make his stand. Even though surrounded, he -would have a chance to ward off attack. If necessary, -he would remain here all day and make another -break for freedom with the coming of darkness.</p> -<p>Climbing up, he reached the natural fortress and -breathed a sigh of relief. He had neither food nor -water. From a bush, which grew in a crevice in -the rocks, he gathered fuel with which to start a -fire. Then he sat down to wait.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_191">191</div> -<p>In all his experience, he had never suffered more -than upon this occasion. His stomach gnawed with -hunger. He shook from exhaustion. Bareheaded, -moccasins almost cut from his feet, clothing soiled -and tattered, hands and face scratched—his appearance -beggared description. His cheeks were hollow, -while his eyes shone with a feverish, almost insane -light.</p> -<p>After two hours of inaction, squatting miserably -in front of his fire, he began to wonder if, after all, -the outlaws had not abandoned the chase. In an -effort to find out, he slipped gingerly over his barricade -and scrambled down to the ledge below. He -could command a good view here. His eyes roved -the surrounding woodland. Everywhere he looked—but -he could see no one. The silence was intense, -deep, a sort of rhythmical beat pulsating through -dead space under the vast dome of the sky.</p> -<p>His heart leaping with joy, he decided to quit his -post and resume his journey. But something made -him hesitate. An almost indiscernible movement -along the slope below attracted his attention. He -ducked quickly. A bullet whistled over his head. -Angry and disappointed, he climbed back to the -safety of the rocks.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_192">192</div> -<p>How he would ever manage to endure the long -and tedious wait for the coming of night, he did not -know. The strain was so great that he decided -more than once to walk boldly out and give himself -up. Even death was preferable to this. Time after -time, he rose and with bloodshot eyes stared out -toward the west—to the broad, green expanse of the -Pacific. If only Corporal Rand or Toma knew of -his trouble, they would come to him. Sometimes, -sitting moodily, chin resting in his hands, he thought -of Sandy back at Settlement Mountain and wished -that he were with him. Why had he been so eager -to come in pursuit of the pack-train?</p> -<p>Night came as slowly as a limping beggar to a -gate. Shadows deepened. Strange silhouettes appeared -along the slope. Not a breath of wind stirred -the trees below. The sounds of the forest were -buried in the evening’s hush.</p> -<p>One hour more—and he would make his final -break for safety. Impatiently, he rose and began -pacing back and forth in the narrow, confining -space, swinging his numb arms against his shivering -body.</p> -<p>Suddenly, Dick’s hand went to his automatic in a -quick, convulsive movement. But he did not draw -his gun. Instead, he grinned sheepishly, staring at -the dusky face which peered up from below.</p> -<p>“Hello,” he sang out.</p> -<p>The Indian girl smiled and clambered up to the -perch beside him. She spoke in Cree:</p> -<p>“They did not see me come. I will help you. -Does monsieur know where he is?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_193">193</div> -<p>With the few Indian words at his disposal, Dick -endeavored to explain his case. He admitted that -he had become confused. He could see the ocean, -but it was still a long way off. In an attempt to -escape his pursuers, he had been forced to travel in -the wrong direction. How far was he now from -her home?</p> -<p>“You are very close,” replied the girl. “If it were -not for the heavy woodland just over there, in the -light you would be able to see it.”</p> -<p>“How did you find out I was here?” queried Dick.</p> -<p>“From your enemies,” the girl answered unhesitatingly. -“One of them came to my father’s house a -short time ago and asked for food. I overheard -him tell my father that you had sought concealment -on this hill. So I came at once to help you, monsieur.”</p> -<p>“Where are the outlaws now?”</p> -<p>“One is hiding in the tree below, waiting for you -to come out. Very soon this one will be joined by -the man who went to see my father. Three others -have gone down to the coast to intercept you, should -you escape.”</p> -<p>“Did I understand you to say that your home is -not very far from here?”</p> -<p>“Yes, monsieur. Less than two miles.”</p> -<p>Two miles! Dick’s mouth set in a grim, hard -line. All day long he had been scrambling, struggling, -fighting his way through trees and underbrush, -over tortuous rocks—and yet had proceeded -no farther than that. The thought galled him, made -him feel a little foolish.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_194">194</div> -<p>The girl spoke again. In her excitement, she -spoke so rapidly now that he found it almost impossible -to understand her. However, there was one -word she emphasized, frequently reiterated. The -boat! She would lead him thither. Monsieur -would row the boat. She knew exactly where to -find it. His escape would be certain. They must -hurry before the other outlaw came back.</p> -<p>“She intends to accompany me all the way to the -coast,” thought Dick, a flush of embarrassment suffusing -his cheeks.</p> -<p>He attempted to voice a protest, exhausting his -complete stock of words in an endeavor to make her -understand. But to no avail. She repeated the -word, pointing away to the south.</p> -<p>“The boat is three miles from here. I will take -you there,” she explained to him.</p> -<p>The fugitive scratched his head in perplexity. -What did she mean? A boat three miles away. -Why, there wasn’t even water over there. The -ocean lay to the west—ten or twelve miles distant. -The thing was absurd, preposterous!</p> -<p>Then, suddenly, there came to him a glimmering -of the truth. He thought he knew now. She referred, -no doubt, to some sort of navigable stream, -along the shore of which was moored a boat, belonging -to her father.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_195">195</div> -<p>With a nod to the girl that he understood and -was ready to start, he jumped quickly to the level -surface of the rocks above, took her hand and -helped her down to the ledge. From there they set -out through the rapidly gathering darkness. An -hour later, without mishap, they pushed their way -through the pines to the edge of a wide stream, -where, sure enough, they found the boat. Hurriedly, -Dick made ready for his departure. Arctic -night had fallen. Above them, through a rift in the -heavy clouds, a few faint stars were visible.</p> -<p>He turned for a last look at the little Indian girl -who had brought him there. A few yards away -she proceeded through the pines and presently her -dark silhouette became lost to view. With a slight -constriction of the throat, Dick swung about and -pushed off, his pulses quickening again at the -thought of the danger which might lay ahead. In -two hours he had floated along the swift current and -had entered a narrow arm of the sea.</p> -<p>Thus far he had drifted leisurely along, every -sense alert, endeavoring to make as little noise as -possible. If he could negotiate a mile or two from -shore he would feel comparatively safe. After that -there was little likelihood that the outlaws would -ever overtake him. Paddling north, he would enter -the inlet. He hoped he would arrive in time to -warn Corporal Rand and Toma.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_196">196</div> -<p>As the minutes went by, hope grew in his breast. -Conditions, he perceived, were ideal for his escape—almost -complete darkness and a stretch of smooth -water ahead. Every little while he paused to look -around in apprehension. Once, with a quick start, -he thought he had heard something. Paddle raised, -he permitted the boat to drift for a moment or two, -panic in his heart. But the sound was not repeated.</p> -<p>Pursuit, he felt, would come from behind; the -outlaws might secure boats somewhere and attempt -to overtake him. Looking for pursuit from the -shore, he was wholly unprepared for what actually -happened. A little later, just as he had begun to -believe that he was out of danger, unexpectedly -through the velvety gloom that had settled about -him, ahead—not behind—there loomed a shape, a -dark smear across his troubled vision.</p> -<p>It was so close that escape seemed absolutely out -of the question. Notwithstanding this, Dick turned -and started back. Frantically his paddle cut the water -for ten or fifteen yards, then a guttural voice -rang out and immediately the night became a medley -of sound; rifles cracked forth, oars splashed, vivid -spurts of red flame flashed through the dark, while -all around him the water hissed and sputtered where -struck the lead from Murky’s murderous crew.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_197">197</div> -<p>A bullet whistled close to his ear. Another tore -through the loose sleeve of his coat. At this juncture, -he dropped his paddle, and, in an effort to retrieve -it, nearly capsized. As he came back to a -sitting position, his craft rocking perilously, a small -piece of wood, torn from the side of the boat, struck -him full in the mouth. Dazed, he put up one hand -to his face, feeling the warm blood trickling down -through his fingers.</p> -<p>In desperation, Dick abandoned all hope of escape, -deciding to sell his life as dearly as possible. Revolver -in hand, he crouched in the stem. The outlaws’ -boat was closer now, sweeping down upon him -at top speed. He had barely time to empty his revolver -at the oncoming craft before it crashed into -him. They had deliberately run him down. He was -in the icy water now, coughing, choking, attempting -to dodge the bullets of the half-breeds by diving under -the surface.</p> -<p>It would be more difficult to see him now. He -would fight to the last. Thank God, he could swim!</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_198">198</div> -<h2 id="c20">CHAPTER XX -<br /><span class="small">THE INVALID</span></h2> -<p>Strong arms raised him up and carried him -tenderly along the beach as one might have carried -a child. Anxious eyes peered down at the placid -face; voices, subdued and solicitous, murmured -around him. Near at hand, the river fretted against -its shores, its gurgling song more melancholy than -the plaintive dirge of the pines.</p> -<p>Wading ashore, following his last encounter -with the outlaws, Dick had collapsed, and, when -found later by the rescue party, lay with his feet -in the water and his arms flung out above his head. -At first, they had believed him dead. No senseless, -inanimate thing cast up by the sea, ever presented -a more bedraggled appearance. The stubborn spark -of life, which still glowed feebly within him, was -not manifest. Corporal Rand, who had elected to -carry him back to the shelter of trees, where Toma -had already kindled a fire, could have sworn that -his young friend had fought his last fight.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_199">199</div> -<p>The sound of firing had carried to the inlet, and -had been the cause of much concern and conjecture -on the part of Dick’s companions. Both surmised -that the youthful adventurer was in trouble and they -had come expecting to find him in some tight corner, -hotly besieged, yet valiantly holding his own. They -were wholly unprepared and not a little mystified, -when after a painstaking search, they finally -stumbled upon his body.</p> -<p>Neither could explain how Dick had come there -nor exactly what had happened to him. The nearest -approach to a reasonable solution was that Dick -in some unaccountable manner had been knocked -unconscious and then thrown into the water—left -there by the outlaws to drown. The cold plunge -had partly revived him and he had contrived somehow -to swim or crawl ashore.</p> -<p>“I doubt if he’ll live,” Rand’s voice was sepulchral.</p> -<p>For hours they employed restorative measures. -Toma went back to the warehouse to fetch a blanket. -They chafed his limbs; built up a huge bonfire; -worked desperately over him. Just before morning -Dick lay in a comatose state, his pulse more steady, -his condition considerably improved. Faint color -began to tinge his cheeks. After a time, his eyes -opened dazedly and with much wrinkling and puckering -of his brow he endeavored to fill in his gaps -of memory.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_200">200</div> -<p>Wraiths and shadows of once familiar things -drifted across his mental vision. Through the -darkness and obscurity of his mind, not in orderly -sequence, but in a provoking, mysterious fashion, -there flashed haphazardly half-familiar scenes of the -past.</p> -<p>Toma, stooping to smooth back the rumpled hair, -glanced sombrely at the policeman opposite.</p> -<p>“You think him better?” he demanded in a -strained, cracked voice.</p> -<p>“Much better,” answered the corporal.</p> -<p>“I glad to hear that. You think pretty soon we -be able to move him over to warehouse?”</p> -<p>“Perhaps—but not yet. He’s still too dazed and -weak. He needs rest and quiet. But he’s doing -nicely.”,</p> -<p>They left him while they went to prepare breakfast. -When Toma returned to the place where the -patient lay, he was greeted with a wan smile of -recognition. The Indian lad cried out jubilantly. -Hearing him, Rand rushed over.</p> -<p>“Thank the good Lord you’re coming round,” -he cried out. “I can’t begin to tell you how happy -I am.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_201">201</div> -<p>They made Dick a light broth and towards noon -he was feeling so well he was able to sit up. Always -there was one of the two near him. They were -compelled to make frequent trips to and from the -warehouse. In addition to caring for Dick, they -had the prisoners to look after. On the previous -night, before starting out, they had bound the four -men hand and foot. There were now extra meals -to prepare, increasing responsibility. The larder -required replenishing. During his spare time, Toma -went out to hunt for rabbits and ptarmigan.</p> -<p>Shortly before two o’clock, the policeman, who -had been busy gathering fuel for the fire, came over -and sat down by Dick’s side.</p> -<p>“Do you feel strong enough now to tell me all -about it?” he asked. “How did you get here? How -many of the outlaws were in the party which attacked -you?”</p> -<p>“Before I do that,” Dick spoke up, rubbing one -shaky hand across his forehead, “I want to warn -you, corporal, that those packers may return. They -were planning to rescue Murky and the others and to -murder you and Toma. It’s queer they haven’t -already come. You must be very careful.”</p> -<p>“Are you quite sure about this, Dick?”</p> -<p>“Yes,” the other answered. “An ambuscade! A -treacherous, cowardly thing! They planned to -secrete themselves in the brush and take pot-shot at -you. Later, when they had released Murky and -the prisoners, they intended to go south with the -fur.”</p> -<p>Then Dick recounted his adventures. When he -had finished, the corporal exclaimed:</p> -<p>“You’ve certainly had your share of trouble. It -must have been a terrible ordeal.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_202">202</div> -<p>He rose hesitatingly to his feet.</p> -<p>“Will you think that I am inconsiderate if I leave -you for a time alone?”</p> -<p>“Why, no,” quickly responded the invalid. “I’m -all right. Don’t worry about me.”</p> -<p>“You see,” Rand hesitated, “after what you’ve -told me, I feel a little apprehensive. I must go over -and warn Toma. The warehouse will be the point -of danger.”</p> -<p>Dick smiled weakly. “Certainly, go ahead. It’s -the only thing to do.”</p> -<p>Rand threw more wood on the fire and departed. -It was nearly two hours before he returned. The -moment Dick saw him, he noted immediately that -a marked change had come over the policeman. He -was more lighthearted than before. He smiled frequently. -He joked and laughed, regaling Dick with -stories of the service—amusing anecdotes and -breathless escapades. While he was preparing lunch, -he looked up and grinned across at Dick.</p> -<p>“I suppose you’ll be sorry when this thing is over -and we return to Fort Good Faith?”</p> -<p>Dick laughed outright. “Well, not exactly, -although I wouldn’t have missed the experience for -anything. By the way, corporal, how much of the -fur did you recover?”</p> -<p>“All of it.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_203">203</div> -<p>“That’s fine. Then all that remains to be done -is to capture the four packers and the sailor. Do -you think we’ll be able to do that?”</p> -<p>“Yes,” smiled Rand, “I have two young but very -capable assistants. Tomorrow you’ll be on your feet -again, while Toma is feeling as fit as a fiddle.”</p> -<p>“Toma is wonderful,” said Dick. “You can -always rely on him. I don’t believe he knows what -fear means.”</p> -<p>“You’re right,” approved the other. “He’d make -an exceptionally good scout, a splendid partner for -Malemute Slade. He may get the chance too. When -the Inspector receives my report, there’ll be several -persons I know who’ll receive laudatory mention.”</p> -<p>Dick gazed dreamily into the fire.</p> -<p>“Then they may send Toma to the training barracks -at Regina this winter?”</p> -<p>“Yes, very probably—and another young man, -too, if he cares to go along.”</p> -<p>“You mean me?” gasped Dick, blinking suddenly, -a queer tugging at his heart.</p> -<p>“Well, it’s within the realm of reason,” Rand -looked up mischievously. “But are you sure you -haven’t had enough of this sort of thing?”</p> -<p>“No, corporal, I’d like to go.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_204">204</div> -<p>“It isn’t an easy life,” Rand informed him. “The -pay is small. One never knows what tomorrow -may bring forth. Your greatest reward will be the -satisfaction of knowing that you have strived to do -your duty. If I were you, I’d think long and -seriously before I took the step.”</p> -<p>“But you took it. Do you mean to say that you -regret your move? Would you change places with -someone else?”</p> -<p>The corporal’s face had become very sober. He -too stared dreamily into the fire. In the steel-gray -eyes was a look Dick had never seen before. There -was a catch in the policeman’s voice when he spoke -again:</p> -<p>“It’s too late to think about that now. I’ve -crossed my Rubicon. It was my own choice—but -I’m not sorry. I think I’ve run the gamut of human -emotion. I’ve experienced every phase of physical -suffering. On the other hand, there have been -times when the mere joy of living paramounted -every other thing. The rugged life that we lead -gets into the blood. Even if I should return to -civilization, I doubt very much whether I would -ever be happy or satisfied.”</p> -<p>Dick smiled reminiscently.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_205">205</div> -<p>“That reminds me of what Sergeant Richardson -told me about a year ago, just before he received -his promotion. He said that there were times when -he gloried in the service; at other times he positively -hated it. When he first came to this region, -the Inspector sent him out to arrest an Eskimo murderer. -It took him eight months. In all that time -never once did he see the face of a white man. The -memory of that exploit still haunts him. He -weighed a hundred and seventy-eight pounds when -he set out on that trip and one hundred and fifty -when he returned with his prisoner. All that remained -of his uniform was his service hat. His -hair and beard were so long that he looked like a -wild man. Habit was so strong that when the Inspector -addressed him, he answered in Eskimo.”</p> -<p>Corporal Rand laughed, but made no comment.</p> -<p>Not long afterward, Toma appeared. His usually -expressionless face radiated good nature. He too -seemed to be very happy. He sat down in front -of the fire, pulled an harmonica out of his pocket -and commenced to play. Rand leaned back against -a convenient tree trunk and filled and lit his pipe. -As time passed, Dick began to wonder if it were -good policy to leave the prisoners so long alone. -Under no circumstances, ought they to trust Murky.</p> -<p>“Will the prisoners be all right, corporal?” Dick -finally blurted out. “Isn’t there danger that one of -them may become untied?”</p> -<p>Rand shook his head complacently and winked -covertly at Toma.</p> -<p>“There! I’ve caught you, corporal. Something -has happened. Have the prisoners already escaped?”</p> -<p>“No, they still here,” Toma denied the allegation.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_206">206</div> -<p>Dick was not convinced. Although the high -spirits of his two companions belied the supposition, -he could not help feeling that something was amiss. -The more he thought about it, the more perplexed -he became. It was not like Corporal Rand to be -so careless. Surely experience had taught him better -than this.</p> -<p>“Corporal,” said Dick, “I think you must be keeping -something from me. What is it?”</p> -<p>The policeman feigned annoyance.</p> -<p>“You’re mistaken. I can’t remember that I’ve -ever given you cause to say that.”</p> -<p>The invalid flushed and averted his gaze. He had -been sitting up, wrapped in blankets, his shoulders -resting against a tree. Just then he felt sheepish -and wished that he had held his tongue. He was -depressed. But his mood changed suddenly—first to -amazement, then to joy. He raised one trembling -hand and rubbed his eyes. One long, glad cry -rang from his lips:</p> -<p>“Sandy!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_207">207</div> -<h2 id="c21">CHAPTER XXI -<br /><span class="small">CAMPFIRE SMOKE</span></h2> -<p>Dick’s eyes were shining as Sandy strode up.</p> -<p>“The last person on earth I expected to see!” he -shouted. “When did you get here?”</p> -<p>“A few hours ago,” replied Sandy, releasing -Dick’s hand and standing up to look curiously about -him. “Corporal Rand was over at the warehouse -when we arrived.”</p> -<p>“We!” exclaimed Dick.</p> -<p>“Yes. Do you think I came alone? Sergeant -Richardson and I left Settlement Mountain a week -ago, and I want to tell you we’ve made quick time.”</p> -<p>“But what did you do with your prisoners?”</p> -<p>“Took them back to Wandley’s post. Had ’em -locked up. While we were there we saw Pearly. -He’s very much improved.”</p> -<p>“I’m glad to hear that,” said Dick. “Well, how -did you like the trip? I suppose you had difficulty -in finding the entrance to Blind Man’s Pass.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_208">208</div> -<p>“We were afraid we would, but fortunately everything -turned out all right. You see, Dick, there -hasn’t been a heavy snow storm since that day we -started out with Pearly. We were able to follow -your tracks most of the way. The only place, where -we had any trouble at all, was just east of that long -ravine. Here the wind had drifted in your trail. -We were delayed several hours before we found it -again—about a mile farther on.”</p> -<p>“I’m anxious to see Sergeant Richardson. How -is he?”</p> -<p>“As fit as ever.”</p> -<p>There ensued a short interval of silence. Sandy -gazed down at his chum, sympathy and commiseration -in his eyes.</p> -<p>“I guess you’ve had a pretty tough time of it. Do -you think you’ll be able to be around soon? Over -at the warehouse, Toma told me all about your experiences.”</p> -<p>At the memory, Dick’s face shadowed.</p> -<p>“I wouldn’t care to go through it all again. I’m -glad you weren’t here, Sandy. You might not have -been so fortunate.”</p> -<p>Sandy grinned to himself. “Well, we’ve had a -few exciting moments ourselves. Early this morning -we discovered the packers. I suppose Rand told -you.”</p> -<p>“Packers! What do you mean? Both the corporal -and Toma have been as secretive as clams. -But once or twice I almost caught them. Tell me -about it, Sandy.”</p> -<p>The young Scotchman pulled forward a block of -wood and sat down.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_209">209</div> -<p>“It isn’t a very long story, Dick. I think our -meeting with the packers was as much a surprise to -us as it was to them. You see, all day yesterday -we had been hurrying along, anxious to get down -here to the coast. We were not sure where we -would find you. Sergeant Richardson was always -looking for the smoke of a campfire. When we were -still ten or twelve miles back along the trail, every -chance he got he’d climb some hill and scan the surrounding -country with his field-glasses.</p> -<p>“We passed several cabins, but he thought it would -be better not to make inquiries there. Last night, -just before we made camp, he shinned up a tall tree -and looked everywhere. He thought he could see -the distant glow of a fire, but he was not sure. This -morning we rose early. It was still dark when we -started out. Sergeant Richardson was in the lead. -When daylight came, I remember he turned to tell -me that we were not more than four miles from the -ocean.”</p> -<p>Sandy paused and smiled reminiscently.</p> -<p>“Not long after that we smelled smoke. It was -faint, yet one could detect the odor. The sergeant -said:</p> -<p>“‘We’re pretty close to them now, Sandy. When -we find the source of this smoke, I think we’ll find -them.’</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_210">210</div> -<p>“A little farther on, we saw a blue spiral, twisting -and curling up among the trees. We were very close -now. Naturally, I was very anxious to see you all -again, and started forward on a run, but the sergeant -overtook me, seizing me by the collar. He yanked -me into the bush.</p> -<p>“‘Don’t be a fool!’ he said.</p> -<p>“I thought he was unduly cautious. He warned -me to be quiet, to follow him. We advanced toward -that smoke spiral as stealthily as a couple of Bengal -tigers. I’m here to tell you, Dick, that I’m mighty -glad now that we did.</p> -<p>“I guess you can imagine our surprise. Not you -at all—not any of you! Instead four dirty half-breeds -and a queer-looking duffer of a white man. -I was disappointed. I didn’t have the least idea who -they were, and supposed, of course, that we would -leave them and proceed on our journey. I recall -plucking at the sergeant’s sleeve and whispering -something about hurrying along on our way.</p> -<p>“But for some reason, Richardson was suspicious. -He instructed me to remain there while he crawled -closer. The men were eating their breakfast and -talking amongst themselves. Richardson wanted to -hear what they said.</p> -<p>“I was annoyed over the delay. I wasn’t the least -bit interested in those half-breeds.</p> -<p>“‘We’re just wasting valuable time,’ I told myself.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_211">211</div> -<p>“After a time, a rabbit hopped up close to where I -was sitting and I became interested in him. I had -just chucked a piece of bark at him, when I heard a -sudden commotion. Someone was talking in a loud -voice.</p> -<p>“It was the sergeant. There he stood with a gun -in his hands, bawling out orders. The half-breeds -and the funny duffer in the gray cap were huddled -in front of him like a flock of frightened sheep.</p> -<p>“Even then it didn’t occur to me that they were -Murky’s packers. I guess I was a little bewildered. -The thing had happened so suddenly. I heard Richardson -calling me.</p> -<p>“It was the white man who told us the story. He -said he was sick of the whole business and was ready -to quit. He said he hadn’t done anything wrong -anyway, but even if he had, he preferred jail to -another day in that wilderness. He was only a common -sailor, he told us, and would be mighty glad to -get back to his ship. Until just recently, neither he -nor any of the other sailors knew that the fur had -been stolen. Captain Reynolds, master of the yacht, -had told them a very plausible story and they had -believed it.”</p> -<p>Sandy paused again.</p> -<p>“There isn’t much more to tell. We reached the -warehouse less than an hour later, where we found -Corporal Rand and his prisoners. Maybe you think -I wasn’t glad.”</p> -<p>Dick looked up into his chum’s face and smiled.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_212">212</div> -<p>“I’m glad too. This surely came as a surprise to -me. It won’t be long now until we can return to -Fort Good Faith.”</p> -<p>Sandy rose to his feet. He stretched his arms -above his head, yawning lazily. Suddenly his hands -dropped and he stared in surprise.</p> -<p>“Look, Dick! Here comes Sergeant Richardson. -He’s bringing all the prisoners.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_213">213</div> -<h2 id="c22">CHAPTER XXII -<br /><span class="small">MURKY’S CONFESSION</span></h2> -<p>Murky Nichols was a changed man. His spirit -had been broken. No longer he assumed his defiant -attitude, his blustering, cock-sure manner. His sins -had found him out. He had been caught in the toils -of the long-reaching arm of the police.</p> -<p>Whenever he was spoken to, he answered in monosyllables. -For the most part, he sat brooding, eyes -downcast, tormented by his thoughts. A short time -before the police party prepared for its departure, he -stirred from his lethargy and beckoned to Sergeant -Richardson.</p> -<p>“There’s a few things I’d like to tell yuh. I know -what yuh all think—that I’ve always been a bad egg -an’ a crook. Yuh believe I’ve been runnin’ stolen -fur through to the coast here fer a good many years. -But that ain’t the truth.”</p> -<p>“What is the truth?” inquired Richardson.</p> -<p>“First, Sergeant, I’d like tuh ask yuh a question. -How long do yuh think it’s been since I found out -about the pass?”</p> -<p>“I can’t imagine, Murky. Tell me.”</p> -<p>“Eight years,” replied the outlaw. “It was eight -years ago that I found it.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_214">214</div> -<p>“<i>You</i> found it?”</p> -<p>“Yeh,” drawled Nichols. “It was me. I was -prospectin’ then an’, whether yuh believe it or not. -I’d always been honest—never done a wrong thing. -It was in the spring o’ the year. I’d been havin’ -some hard luck the previous summer, pannin’ gold -up along the Lobstick River. I was broke all the -followin’ winter an’ when spring come Wandley -staked me to a grubstake fer another try at gettin’ -back what I’d lost.</p> -<p>“Durin’ the winter I had talked with an ol’ Indian, -who used to live on Settlement River. He told me -that about twenty years before a white prospector -had made a big strike in the foothills west o’ Settlement -Mountain. I decided to go there, though as a -usual thing I don’t put much stock in these yarns o’ -the Nitchies.</p> -<p>“So jus’ before the first big thaw, I slips out there, -while the frost is still in the ground an’ builds me a -small shack. Mebbe yuh saw it—a little way back -from the ravine that yuh come into before reachin’ -the pass. Well, I prospected through that country -an’ one day I struck it rich. Nothin’ very big, sergeant, -but it looked good to me then. I had nearly -two thousand in gold by midsummer. I was able to -square my account with Wandley, an’ I had a nice -little nest egg to keep me goin’.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_215">215</div> -<p>“One day, lookin’ for new pockets, I slipped down -into the ravine an’ begins to follow it up. I kept -movin’ westward an’ after a while I reached the end -an’ saw that big crevice in the rock. Bein’ kind o’ -curious, I walked through an’ came out into the -pass.”</p> -<p>The gloomy face of the big prospector brightened -perceptibly. He paused, mumbling to himself. Just -then he was living in the past.</p> -<p>“At first, I couldn’t hardly believe what I seen. -Here was a big valley in the very heart o’ the mountains. -I remembered the ol’ Nitchie yarn about -Blind Man’s Pass. I began wonderin’ if this was it. -I made up my mind that it wouldn’t do no harm to -investigate. I spent two weeks out there an’ finally -when I went back to Wandley’s, I had a secret. I -knew that ’most everybody would be glad to hear the -good news.</p> -<p>“The first man I see at Wandley’s is O’Connell. -He’s been busy all summer freightin’ supplies. I -guess he’d about cornered ever’ available pack-horse -in the country. Him an’ Hart, ’count o’ the bad -condition of the trails, wasn’t makin’ very good -headway. O’Connell tells me he has thousands o’ -pounds to take out, an’ no way to do it. He has a -big shipment ready to send ’round to the coast but -don’t durst tackle it.</p> -<p>“‘Which way yuh going?’ I asks.</p> -<p>“‘Yellowhead Pass,’ he answers.</p> -<p>“‘Kind o’ long trip,’ I says.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_216">216</div> -<p>“‘Yeh, it sure is,’ O’Connell shoot back. ‘An’ I -dread it. The trails down that way is mighty near -impassable.’</p> -<p>“It was jus’ on the tip o’ my tongue to tell him -about my discovery, when somethin’ makes me -change my mind. There’d be nothin’ in it fer me if -I tells what I knew, an’ besides I figgered I ought to -be paid fer all the trouble I’d been put to. So I says -to him:</p> -<p>“‘O’Connell, what’ll yuh give me if I take that -stuff through fer yuh?’</p> -<p>“He didn’t answer right away, ’cause he thought -I was jokin’. He winked at Wandley an’ laughed.</p> -<p>“‘Yuh wouldn’t get very far,’ he tells me.</p> -<p>“‘Mebbe not,’ I says to him, ‘but I’m willin’ to -take the chance. Jus’ name your price.’</p> -<p>“‘If yuh really mean it,’ O’Connell gasps, ‘yuh -can have the whole blamed contract an’ good luck to -yuh. The summer rains have made the trails so -bad that I won’t be able to get through fer another -month.’</p> -<p>“We talked an’ figgered fer a while an’ finally I -gets the contract. I’m to get nine hundred dollars -an’ keep seven hundred fer myself. I could tell by -the way he acted that he thought he’d beat me pretty -bad in the deal. So did everybody else. They was -all laughin’ up their sleeves, thinkin’ about what a -fool I had made o’ myself. Wandley calls me to -one side.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_217">217</div> -<p>“‘Murky,’ he says, ‘yuh jus’ made a hasty contract. -Yuh better change your mind before it’s too -late. You’ll lose all the money yuh made up in the -hills this summer an’ mebbe a lot more besides. -O’Connell knows he can’t make a cent on that west -coast shipment, an’ you’re playin’ right in his hands. -Yuh better see him now before he leaves an’ tell him -you’ve changed your mind.’</p> -<p>“‘What would you like to bet I can’t make it?’ I -asks him.</p> -<p>“‘You may be able to make it, but you’ll lose -money. Don’t try it, Murky. Yuh ain’t no packer -to begin with. It stands to reason that if O’Connell -is afraid o’ it, it’s no good.’</p> -<p>“I thanked him, but I stuck to the contract in spite -of what everybody said. I bought some pack-horses -an’ O’Connell lent me five o’ his. My greatest -trouble was to find packers I could trust to keep -their mouths shut about the pass. You see, I -wanted to keep that a secret. It took me nearly two -weeks to get my crew together an’ load up the stuff.</p> -<p>“In order to deceive everybody,” Murky resumed -after a short pause, “we started out in broad daylight -over the regular trail leading to the Yellowhead. -They all jeered at us when we left Wandley’s. Two -days out, we left the trail, circled back, an’ then one -dark night slipped down into the ravine an’ entered -the pass.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_218">218</div> -<p>At this point, Sergeant Richardson interrupted -the narrator.</p> -<p>“To whom was the shipment consigned?” he -asked.</p> -<p>“To a free trader named Bentley,” Nichols -promptly replied. “He was jus’ opening up a new -tradin’ post in the Goose Lake country.”</p> -<p>“Well,” Murky continued, “we made a quick trip. -I was able to pay my packers almost double what -they generally got. Comin’ back, we took plenty -o’ time so as to make it appear that we had gone by -the Yellowhead route. But even at that, we was -weeks ahead o’ the schedule. O’Connell nearly fell -out o’ his skin. He didn’t know what to say an’ -neither did Wandley. O’Connell offered me other -contracts an’ fer two years I made some easy money. -Then one day he comes to me, an’ by the look on -his face, I could see somethin’ was up.</p> -<p>“‘Look here, Murky,’ he says, ‘there’s somethin’ -wrong about all this. I’ve been watchin’ yuh. -Yuh ain’t been takin’ none o’ the stuff through the -Yellowhead. What yuh been doin’ with it?’</p> -<p>“‘I don’t know as that’s any o’ your business,’ I -comes back. ‘As long as the shipments reaches -their destination, yuh ain’t got no kick.’</p> -<p>“‘Yuh’ve found a shorter route,’ accused O’Connell.</p> -<p>“‘Well, what if I have?’</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_219">219</div> -<p>“‘It ain’t fair to the shipper,’ he says. ‘Suppose -it leaks out that he’s payin’ all this extra mileage. -What’ll happen to me?’</p> -<p>“‘It don’t never need to leak out,’ I said.</p> -<p>“But O’Connell is hot-headed, an’ he informs me -that he’s through. He goes away in a huff, an’ I -don’t see him again fer nearly a week. Then he -comes over an’ tries to make a dicker with me.</p> -<p>“‘How much cash money will yuh take to show -me your route?’ he says, fingerin’ a roll o’ bills. -‘This thing has gone far enough.’</p> -<p>“‘I ain’t in the markey today,’ I told him a little -huffy. ‘Yuh can do your own west coast packin’ -over any route that yuh like. I won’t even listen to -yuh.’</p> -<p>“He offered me fifteen hundred dollars but I refused. -Finally he goes away, an’ fer nearly a year -packs his own stuff through the Yellowhead, nursin’ -a sore spot in his chest. In a way, it was kind o’ -hard on me too. It had got so that I depended on -the money I received from him fer the work I did. -After a while, my capital dwindled down to jus’ a -few hundred dollars. I could see I had to go back -to work.</p> -<p>“Along about that time, a Nitchie breaks into the -warehouse at Fort Point o’ Call an’ steal a lot of -valuable fur. One o’ my packers heard it. The -thief was a friend o’ his. He had the stuff cached -up in the foothills but was afraid to move it for fear -he’d get caught.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_220">220</div> -<p>Murky ceased speaking and sat for several minutes -deep in thought. Then he turned upon Sergeant -Richardson.</p> -<p>“Yuh see, I was gettin’ kind o’ desperate, sergeant. -This was a big temptation. My money was runnin’ -low. I thought it over fer a long time an’ finally -made a dicker with the thief. I agreed to take the -fur off his hands an’ dispose of it, gettin’ one-third -o’ the money fer my trouble.</p> -<p>“We didn’t have no difficulty at all takin’ the fur -through the pass, an’ less than three weeks later I -had the money it brought safe in my pocket. The -man what bought the fur was a free trader who had -been in on some shady deals before, an’ I knew he’d -keep his mouth shut.</p> -<p>“I guess the money sort o’ turned my head. It -was all so easy an’ simple, that I encouraged the half-breed -to try his luck again. The second time we was -successful. Then I went into the business wholesale. -I got my packers to steal too. Ever’ man I -hired was a crook. I needed a good confederate so -I made a proposition to La Qua an’ he accepted it. -Pretty soon I had agents all over the country.</p> -<p>“My business grew like a snowball rollin’ down -hill. It seemed like I couldn’t stop it. I laid my -plans so well, it was pretty hard fer yuh fellows to -catch me. I made friends with Hart an’ O’Connell -again, agreein’ to take out their shipments at a reduced -rate. When they accepted my offer, they -didn’t know I was usin’ them as a sort o’ screen to -hide my real work—to keep yuh mounties guessin’.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_221">221</div> -<p>“In the last two years I’ve made close to two hundred -thousand dollars. I was takin’ out stolen fur -on such a big scale that it didn’t seem wise to sell to -the free traders any longer. It was too dangerous. -So I went to Seattle an’ made arrangements with -Captain Reynolds to come up here with his yacht -several times durin’ the year. I built the wharf an’ -warehouse. I think ever’thing would be all right -today if—if—”</p> -<p>“Yes,” encouraged the policeman. “If—”</p> -<p>“If it hadn’t been fer Daddy McInness,” Nichols -concluded.</p> -<p>“I’m not so sure about that,” Corporal Rand cut -in. “We’ve been suspicious of you for a long time, -Murky. The death of Daddy Mclnness merely -brought matters to a head. Murder is a terrible -thing, Nichols.”</p> -<p>At mention of the word, the prospector went suddenly -deathly white.</p> -<p>“I didn’t kill him!” he croaked. “Before God, I -tell yuh—”</p> -<p>The sentence ended in a groan. Murky turned his -head guiltily and looked into the slowly dying fire. -For a long time he sat, eyes fixed sombrely on the -darkening mass. It was symbolic of his own case—charred -hopes and the ashes of defeat, where once -had burned brightly the consuming flames of avarice.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_222">222</div> -<h2 id="c23">CHAPTER XXIII -<br /><span class="small">BACK AT FORT GOOD FAITH</span></h2> -<p>Months later, at Fort Good Faith, Dick and -Sandy sat in the trading room engaged in a game of -cribbage, when Factor MacClaren strode over to -their table, carrying in one hand a month’s old copy -of an Edmonton newspaper. He interrupted the -game by spreading out the paper between them, and -turning the pages until he came to the particular item -he had just read.</p> -<p>“I knew you boys would be interested,” he said, -indicating the place at the bottom of the column. -“Yesterday when the mail came in, I looked over this -copy of the Bulletin, but missed it somehow. Read -it.”</p> -<p>“All right, Dick,” commanded Sandy, “read it -aloud.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_223">223</div> -<p>Dick picked up the somewhat crumpled sheet and -commenced breathlessly:</p> -<blockquote> -<p>“Seattle, Washington, Dec. 3.—When the -yacht, Elenore, put into harbor this morning at -eight o’clock, she was met at the wharf by Revenue -Officer Charles M. Steele and Corporal -Dickinson, the latter a member of the Canadian -Royal Northwest Mounted Police, with papers -for the arrest and detention of the crew. The -captain of the vessel, Silas Reynolds, and one -sailor were missing.</p> -<p>“It is alleged that the Elenore has been engaged -in running contraband and stolen fur -from various Canadian points to this port. It -is understood that Captain Reynolds is under -arrest in British Columbia.”</p> -</blockquote> -<p>“The long arm of the law,” commented Sandy, as -he glanced over Dick’s shoulder. “I suppose it -would have been just the same if they had steamed -into Rangoon. In the end, they always get caught.”</p> -<p>“Just like Murky did,” added Dick.</p> -<p>“Yes, just like Murky. You can’t fool the -police.”</p> -<p>“Especially the Canadian Royal Mounted,” appended -the other proudly.</p> -<p>In truth, Dick had every reason to be proud. In -the inside pocket of his coat there reposed the most -priceless of all his possessions—a letter from the -commissioner at Ottawa.</p> -<p>His application had been approved. 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