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Show Murray Eagle, Murray, Utah CHAPTER XIII i w Ieart of the North ir, . XII Continued 18 we came here to put our E1" stated bluntly. "We were thrashing out this ''jp7ubetween wc Alan and the In- - y counsel wasn t asked. This is between I?aker and In- Haskell." V don't try to run a buck," t3 interposed, fearful that this ,ied move of his three men C" f.," Ull any chance to trap the superintendent doesn't go." jJin.. , iri lyou here, obey him and K tfuhbornly refused. He saida "You've got lottj3 raiamson: ir, for giving every buck cop ry tilfi3 4 Has-lallJ- L If In your division a whiciiBWt cut and seeing all sides of d I auctmient. I don't think you'll fc$D-eo- nedick f tf out without hearing what jven jBTy got to say. This Is as much is i irir ns Alan's. We've had to to sell iy, too, for the Inspector's acts. ra'.one of us crippled for life dlCinfcatn the Inspector hog-tieus that patrol with some fool or-- p beari. ; After a thing like that, do mai.i lMWe to shut up and take It and it ewn be allowed to 7" ?glt,;down!" Williamson bade going to get to the bot-'- I :rjta.VTm this. When jour time comes s ar what you've got to say. i, )aker, I want you to answer What made you Questions. detail on that first pa- Jour Bkell ordered me to, Blr. ITe Jd me to follow both branches. objected, he threatened to 4I me and keep me here at the I evtek f3t MtLt "Clefs a He !" Haskell challenged. tjt allowed him to do as he thought eat 'He purposely made a failure SU f that patrol. I don't ask you to 1J ike my word. Corporal Whipple il aa here In the cabin, and heard fUjwr talk. And linker, over his lgned statement, admitted to uto "What proof have yon got, ihadftoker?" Williamson demanded. Alan kept silent, deliberately his siJenc-to damn him. iiKLWHiamson's probe was leading In Assha rJirht direction, lending toward dnithat deadly trap. YET; To Alan's consternation Dill t fcLlanfcoek burst out: 'Troof? H 's lue Mazes! Alan was half sick, r tie way up the Alooska, because ,t bl3n nj orders. He felt he was forced to take us men Into a rrll'.'e danger. We nil knew it fat crazy to split up " ,.nnianison silenced him. "Tou're iy making un assertion, cor-You have no proof. linker, Jtui admit responsibility for that 1 vine. e tlx fcn shook bis head. he stammered. n t" I K "No. I 1 lskell smiled. He had Daker po run. iillamson reminded: "flaker. in-- f igned a statement of responsl- in.1 f. Whipple was a witness." -- n pleaded "Sir. that state- . When we came back it VI slKiied It. Iiut.I- -I had to." u had to?" t3 t s, to get out of the Mounted. otildn't let me buy out unless 111 sign." v "Why under heaven did you want pto buy out all that fast and furl- - jri .. J "I wanted to be free," Alan led m, atcp by cautious step. "I want-e- d to go after those men." "Bilker, look here," Williamson jUiald tternly. "You lufer you want-t- i to go after those men so badly Jtoat you were willing to buy out. Xvt off your record and sign a He. .why then wouldn't you cooperate wlth Haskell to get them?" "Well, sir, he be wouldn't . , "I can't beJIevo that He tried to htlo you even nfterwnrd after you r. bought out and were on a private ltiire." "fv "Whrn thntr Alan queried. Traverse lake." 8o he was trying to help us. I r - didn't ah have that Impression at the time, sir." "Be even shot signals for you to :( r i Serrlc,) ,m aieUat! CHAPTER "At was Kn wait" Bill Hardsoik swore luridly. "Of all the lies, that's the beat of 'em a!l 1" Alnn allowed the lie to go unrhnJ-lengriIf Haskell got by with that one, he would be bold and unwnry. "Put sir," be led on. "when I came back from the Alooskn patrol, he wouldn't with me then. He didn't seem much Interacted. I don't think, In getting those bandits." Not much Interestcdr Haskell echoed, with a great show of "Sir, 1 wanted lilin to make a patrol to the Inronnu river. I'.ut ha was In a temper. He wouldn't Ten listen to my suggestion." A wUd elation surged through Alan. One more step and Haskell waa doomed I He fought down hi tat ion and fidgeted uneasily In Ms L nston-lahmm- t. Cfcair. Vllllatnson bore down on him barf -- linker, answer that charge! Ilaski'll suggested a patrol to the taconnu. In my opinion that wns splendid suggestion. It was the only hope of rapturing You wouldn't criminal. Urrn to dim. How. then, ran you you were forced to buy tbe trt ... He dldu't. It wasn't him tnn'le Hint suggestion." Alan fntninered weakly. ."I think 1 brlievp 1 made that suggestion my-lBut be wouldn't let nie go." I "That's S lie!" Haskell pounced I j'nn him. "I suggested It b treed htm to make that patrol." i Alan looked nt Haskell. "Yon rested that Inconnu patrol? It s your bKa?" tint f. f Flash. AT By William Byron Mowcry (WNU the Lightning ALAN'S cabin late that evening, Bill was sitting on the -- Catyrigbt by. William Byron llowary. haw By Haskell nodded. "I did. Whipple can witness It." He was smiling openly In triumph. All Alan's hesitation dropped There was no away from him. He longer need to dissimulate. turned to Williamson. "You heard him. You heard what he said. He told you he suggested that Incon-n- u trip. He Just repeated it and he said Whipple was witness. Don't let hlra back out of It now." "I don't have to back out of anything," Haskell snapped. He was staring in sudden uneasiness at Baker. "Yes, 1 heard him." Williamson answered. "What about it?" Alan rose slowly to his feet, pulling himself up to his full lanky and powerful height In that moment when he realized Haskell was caught In the deadly trap, his mind whipped back to Joyce's home on the Alooska, to Joyce's room where he had lain through weary hours of doubt and pain, and where he and she had carefully plotted this trap. He felt a wordless tender gratitude to Joyce; this stratagem was hers more than his; her quick brain had been the first to see Its crushing possibilities. "Inspector, you say you asked me to lead that Inconnu detail. You say you suggested It You say It occurred to you that the bandits would escape by that river. I say you are a liar I I propose to prove you're a liar." He paused a moment, then raised his right hand and pointed at the wall chart behind Haskell's desk. "The Inconnu river Is not shown on that map of yours. Inspector. You tried to find out from that Indian, Little Otter, where the river Is. You didn't know. You don't know now. How could you suggest sending a patrol to a river when you haven't the slightest knowledge of Its location? Step np there to that chart, you, and show us the Inconnu I" Haskell sprang to his feet, snarling at Alan. "I don't take from you I" He was fighting like a trapped wolf. His panic, his divid face, betrayed him. "Then consider It an order from Williamson commanded. me!" "Show me w here the inconnu Is I Haskell did nut stir. Ills Impregnable defense had crumbled In i.ne spot; the sea was rushing In upon hi m. . . . He heard Williamson thundering: "I say, answer Maker's question! How could you suggest a patrol to a river that you know nothing about?" Haskell did not answer. Caught, He had gone too trapped. He far, he had overplayed. heard Larry Younge's savage mocking laugh; heard IUll Hard-socchuckling, "Tried to steal Alan's thunder, and got struck by 't I" . . . The room seemed to be swaying. . . . Williamson's angry erect figure became a blur. . . . Across the desk be saw Alan Baker's face In a sort of haze, not smiling nt him, not mocking, but bard, pitiless. . . . The man had beaten him, had taken away the girl he loved this man whom he hated so fiercely that once he had tried to kill him. Out of the haze he heard Baker's Smoother!" . . . rolce, "Liar I Something snapped within, and his l was last vestige of swept away. A maddened anger shook him, blinded him. In a fury be suddenly drew back and swung and smashed a fist against Hint bated face, as though trying to blot It out. The blow unstendlcd Baker for a moment. He stepped back. Williamson tried to Interpose. Bill sprang up and leaped across the room to Jump between them. But Haskell bad swung again. Alan flung up b's left arm to protect himself. A grimace of pain Jlgsred across his face an the blow fell upon his wound. He did not step nway that time. . . . Tor an Instant his eyes measured distance. . . . His right arm went back, swung, and hi bard fist caught Haskell under the Jaw, n single smashing blow that dazed him and sent him reeling ngalnst the wall. When Bill and I'ednault helped Haskell to his chair and he sat down, groggy and white of face, Williamson bade the two: "Take Constnble Younge and get out Baker, stay here; I want sou here." realized that Vaguely Haskell the superintendent wns ordering the men away so that they might not witness the humlllntlnn of nn He had lost. officer. The avalanche had crashed down upon him. Baker hnd come triumphnnt through this hour. But In those moments of his crushing defeat, while Williamson was trying to get the men out of the cnnln, Haskell Mt the first small brealh of a strange relief, like s cool wind across his fare. He had become Involved In lies; had been sucked deeper and d"on murass of falsehoods and or Into He wns free of all Hint perfidy. edge of the cot head iu hands, plunged into dejected thoughts. He was In such a blue funk that be neither heard nor cared what Alan and Buzzard were talking about An hour ago, by sheer accident, he had discovered that he himself was now ofikially In charge here at Lndurance. Walking past Has kell's cabin in the twilight, he had caught a few angry sentences from Williamson: "If I had the entire say-so- , Has kell, you'd go out of the Mounted faster than you came In. You're suspended; Hardsock will be given command here till I see what Baker is going to do. You don't de serve a chance to walk straight, but I'll give you one rather than kick up a row over you. There's a rook detachment down on the Border that's nbout your fit. I'm going to transfer you there, and I'll try not to laugh when I see men saluting you." To be in command of the detachment was small solace to Bill. It simply meant more work, more responsibility, without Alan's Judgment and leadership to lean on. In the shaft of light streaming from the cabin door a girl's figure Bill straightened up appeared. Elizabeth. suddenly, recognizing Always a bit afraid of the supercilious girl, Bill had no desire to linger and find out her trouble. Nudging Buzzard, he whispered: "She wants to talk with Alan. We'd better get out" As Elizabeth came across to the library nook in the full candle glow, Alan saw she was angry, and instantly guessed the cause of it or-do- rs ... ... k self-contro- now. In these last weeks there had been limes when he looked upon Larry Younge, when he though! of Baker's great hearted adventure, when the news came of Have MacMillnn's suicide that Ms conscience had revolted and lie bad loathed himself. He felt n though by making a clean breast lie of everything to Williamson, would be coming out of a dark nnd noisome place Into the sunshine Benin. Only the old aching madness toward LllznbHh Spnutdlng would not down, but rose to torture him. nr "In Silence They Looked Another. at One She had heard. . . . She was going to lling reproaches ut him, perhaps throw on ultimatum into his face. With no word about his long patrol or the wounds he hnd brought away from It Elizabeth demanded : "Is It true what I've beard-ab- out that reward money? You're not going to accept any of it?" Alan was shocked that In her first breath she should speak of money. lie snld rnther tersely: 'That's not altogether true. I'm taking enough to buy the MacMil- - gagement hnd would do It here and now if she gave him suflicient cause. A whisper warned her: "You may be right about that reward money and Jimmy's little tot. I didn't see your viewpoint, when I first came In here. I won't try to persuade you to do something you feel is wrong." Watching him Intently, she saw he was surprised, and deeply dis appointed, at her yielding to him. He wanted to break" with her! He wanted her to release him! A little fearfully she broached the main purpose of her coming here. "I heard you're going back !)to the Mounted." "Who told you thatr Several people "I Just heard. said so." "They were a bit hasty." "Then you're not going back?" He answered her indirectly. "Williamson offered to stop my buying-ou- t papers nt division headquarters or else me as a constable and promote me to sergeant again. He said he'd write himself to Colonel Steele and explain, and ask Steele to release me, if I'd agree to come back into service." In her henrt Elizabeth was fling"If ing at him, contemptuously: you go bnck Into that rut I'll never marry you I I'll never live here. In this backwoods and be shunted from barracks to barracks!" But her lips said to him, with admirable "You haven't decided? You want time to think It over?" "You want me to go down to Victoria?" he demanded sharply. Elizabeth was entirely too wise to deny that "Yes, I do, Alan. I would rather we lived there. But you want to stay here, and I don't feel It's my right to dictate your life work." "You're willing to stay here, then?" "I'm willing to let you decide. I'm willing to Btay here, If you want to." Even while she spoke, she was wondering. . . . Why had Haskell come to her tonight with the news about Alan? Against his former "affairs" and his untrustworthy nature, she weighed his passionate infatuation. The scales hung In the balance, uncertain, precarious. He would promise marriage, but once 6he was out In Edmonton or the big eastern cities, once she bad broken with Alan and put herself In Haskell's power, how could she be sure he would carry out his promise? She temporized: "I'm sorry I was so so sharp about those other things, Alnn. I'm dreadfully tired nnd wornout This last week, not knowing w here you were or If you were In danger It was a nlghtmnre. I think I'll go, if We can talk you'll excuse me. about this tomorrow, Alan, can't we?" "Yes, tomorrow," he said dully. "We can talk about It then." When she left the cabin nnd started down the terrace, a flash revealed to her Constable Whipple still sitting forlorn and dismal at the edge of Mrs. Hrummond's flower garden. By the window of his tiny study Clnverly sat alone. Joyce had gone. There was a light In Inspector Haskell's cabin; he must still be awake. . . . A few miles down river she heard the distant, longdrawn toot of the steamer beating up to Endurance and on south to Besolution. The sound awoke a tumult of memories; It seemed like a voice of the outside, an echo of the civilization that all her being clamored for. She glanced again at Haskell's cabin. He was going south, south to the land of cities. It would be like a flight, nn escape from this far North country, Into the hnven of that Ontario estate, his comfortable heritage, their winters In glittering Ottawa. She thought of going over to his cabin on some pretext. But after her coldness of these last weeks, such an act would be too much an overture, even though she had talked with him this evening. Why couldn't she send Whipple with some hint, some message to him? Haskell would surely come out to her. . . . nlnety-a-mont- h l: Fu-th- nrr nrwl 1 Inn trnitlrn. rwtuf tir f have to nnr for thoso things Huh. rard and I stole In Edmonton. But I'm not keeping any of It other- wise." "Are you crazy to throw away more than you've made In all the years you've been stationed here In this backwoods? Why did you go on that patrol and waste ull these weeks?" "Good Lord, have you been thinking I did It for the money? Is money the only thing In the world you ever think abcut?" He tried to curb his anger nnd spenk quietly. "Elizabeth, your brother Curt went on a pntrol, he gave his very life, because because . . , You may not understand why, but God knows It wasn't for money." "Then you Intend to throw away In dull uncaring mood, Alan hnd ten thousand dollars?" flung himself down on the bed for "If you want to put It like that, a few moments. Elizabeth hnd not yes. I couldn't associate with my- hinted at releasing blm; she bad self If I'd accept one red cent of given blm no honest cause to break the engngeinent himself, but bad It" In silence they looked nt one an- yielded to blm on every point. He other, Elizabeth angry and accus- felt that tomortovv, after Joyce had ing. Alan firm, unyielding. After gone away, be would not greatly a moment, realizing she hnd run care whether she released him or up against granite In Alnn Baker not. A timid knock at the door roused on this question, she turned to an other. him. With a leaping hope thnt It "There's something else I want might be Joyce, be gt up hastily, nn about. Mrs. stepped Into the outer room and understanding Krmiiiiioml told me you Intend to bade "Come In." take enre of Jim Montgomery's Ills visitor wns Corporal Whip-- j girl. What makes you feel you're Pie. responsible? Why on enrth . . . a glance at the door, Just because you were acquainted ns With hasty though fearful of being overWilli that child's father" heard, the corporal said secretive- Alan shnrply Interrupted her. "Elizabeth, let me point out some"I came to tell you . . . There's j thing to you. It may be cruel and ! I think you ousht something of me, but It's got to tingenorous be said. When Curt was taken. It know, sir. It's my duty to tell fell to me to look out for you. You you." were a grown woman; you hnd "What's your game, fellow? chances of employment ; you bad Come out plain." other advantages. But I assumed "I- -I the sapertn-tendeti- t . . . Will, Please, now. I'm responsibility. says he's going to make not throwing It tip to you; I did It me stay here nt Endurance. He freely and would ve done more If says It would be well, putilili I'd beetj able. ment, because I told I said what I the Inspector ordered lue to say "Now Jimmy was killed. I'd like I wasn't Just nn 'acquaintance' of about that patrol. his; I was the nearest person In thought Jot) Might help tne. . . . the world to hint. He came from If t could only get transferred to England; lie bad no relatives. some other post . . ." That little tot of his . . . Ellra-bol"That's a whe ambition of It's but four Jrgrs old. It's yours." Alan commented. "I d helpless here In the North. It's de j wise! after the way you're lbl pendent In a terrible senso." and spied on us men. And you With more harshness than he thought I'd help you get a trans had ever shown her, be said sharpfori While I'm thinking about It ly: "I'm coirg to look out for Jim- If 1 go back In service here, you'd my's child. That's settled. If you better yntik those two stripes off In don't like It, you don't have to, you a hurry. It lakrs a man to wear know." that uniform down here nnd a h I Ilia coldness frlehtened her. It of a g(1 man to near thoe destroyed all her former assurance stripe on his arm. Now ge out!' She He turned that she dominated blm. sensed he wanted to end their en (TO KB stmb dADE BT THE MAKERS OF IVORY 80AP mi. u. i. sat. or. Why don't you try this amazing soap see its suds last till dishes are sparkling clean liow they float dirt out ot clothes and hold it out so clothes are cleaner and whiter without rubhing? Softens water. Never balls up. Procter & Gamble Low Time to Duck fellow written Figuratively "That woman, Mrs. White, has a One figure." "A fine figure! thing she can buy umbrella." NEWHOUSE HOTEL "Hasn't that Winter Kates book?" Why, the only "Yes, and If you aren't careful he'll ready made is an give you a copy." Louisville Passing Show. 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