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Show j iSURRECTION HAM MAJf I very (ps&&a -w. 10 make Craig take care of her 'p,ke Ieon among Scetnivaen8dP;:rass hira with her v! yonder that gneiss outcropping rich with gold. If he put through Ms deal with the Vanguard people, he would eventually have time and mne t0 break that injunction. on the taut frozen air Patricia could distinctly hear Craig and Kessler talking, though they were a good two-thirds of a mile away. "Craig" she spoke in an ordinary ordi-nary conversational voice. One of the distant figures straightened straight-ened up. "Hello, Treeshla." "I've got the notices printed." "That's fine. Thanks, girl." He turned to Kessler. "You go and get 'em, Phil, while I finish this stake base." Kessler knocked iff work willingly enough and hurried in to camp. Across the fire from Patricia he crouched down und spread out his hands to the warmth of the flames. "How does it feel to be a rich man, Phil?" Patricia asked. "I wish I was rich. But seems like there's a Joker to everything." "Why, what's the joker to this gold strike? Up there the lode lsl You've seen Craig's tonnage estimate esti-mate and the assay figures." "Yes, but I won't git one red cent out of the hundred thousand bucks that the Vanguard'll put up. Craig Intends to use it all for these other fellers." Patricia thought Kessler's remark rather ungrateful. Except for Craig's work, the lode would never have been found at all. She tried to encourage him. "Why, Phil, when the actual mining min-ing starts, the money will roll in on you so thick and fast that you'll think it's an avalanche! Here, take these claim notices and go stake yourself a couple of million dollars!" dol-lars!" Kessler stepped into the near tent for nails and belt-ax, and went out the slope to join the others. It was ten-thirty when the four men got back, with the claims all sway from Dynamite Bay and might have been hovering around Kessler hill to see what was going on. "Probably," he answered carelessly, care-lessly, "it's some prospectors who ran short of meat and are looking up a caribou yard." On a high ridge four miles down country he stopped and glanced back across his route, searching It sharply for distant moving objects. More and more he was convinced that the trail back yonder had been made by the Chiwaughimls. He was not in the slightest worried about their jumping the Kessler hill claims: Corporal Northup had secretly se-cretly been told about the lode, and any attempt at claim jumping would only land Lupe and his men in the police jail. But there was a danger that they had seen Patricia and himself leave the hill, and were following, and would try to bump him off. As the afternoon wore along, the wind got stronger, the cloud scum began spitting snow, the temperature tempera-ture kept rising steadily till it stood at 30 below. Craig pushed along at a good clip, to make sure of reaching Higginson's place before dusk. Once there, Patricia and he would be entirely safe, for the old prospector had two other men staying stay-ing with him that winter. They hit Resurrection a mile above Indian creek, swung out upon its level hard snow, and hurried down stream. At Higginson's cabin, In a drogue of pines on the south bank, Craig knocked twice but got no answer. He stepped inside. Nobody was about From long experience with prospector cabins he looked on the back of the door for a note. It was there, pinned to the boards by a skinning knife; a note aimed at anybody who might happen past and use the place overnight "Hep yurself to ennythlng. Ed got his hand all tore up by a mercury mer-cury cap, an Zeke and me are takeing him in fer Tarlton to ticks him up. The caribou Jerky is up in that rafter box, and don't fergit to split new kindling wud before you go." IrEB X Continued ' -11- f want to show you this, e said, "till we had lo-"V lo-"V ode. This wireless Is . languard mines, at Win-cy've Win-cy've got money, and kiare-dealing concern. I letter a month ago, and answer." glanced at the message. Iate ore body and it flash us word stop ms quite reasonable mx send represen- jy PLANE TO EXAMINE iDEAL WITH YOU tfternoon that day, while s working in her office, tee roar of an airplane. window she watched It ier the rocky Islet level flie snow plain 500 yards 1 in to the landwash. ton's ship. Warren had jed to run across and see tless he had picked up Jt Fort Smith, and she'd il from home in weeks I But she was afraid to A Warren personally. His I the city country looked Ominous against Craig. ed into the big smoke-i smoke-i where Sam Honeywell "Come In," Patricia bade, think-lng think-lng Sam had brought her Christmas presents across from the office. It was Warren who opened the door and came in. He said "hello" to her, nodded to Craig. From the table she was setting, a table for two, his eyes went to the disarrayed blankets on the cot; and a color surged violently into his cheeks. Craig came quietly to Patricia's denfense: "Patricia lent me her cabin today. Mine was a wreck. Did you wish to see her or me?" "You," Warren said coldly. "I've got a little communication for you, Tarlton. Would you mind stepping across to the Den?" "Glad to." Craig agreed. "Patricia, "Pa-tricia, excuse us." The door closed behind them. It was almost an hour before Craig returned. When he stepped Inside the cabin Patricia saw at a glance that Warren's "communication" "communica-tion" had hit him hard. She flew to him. "Craig! What did he say to you? What's he done?" "It could have been worse, I guess," Craig said steadily. "It's a pretty bad blow, coming just now; but we mustn't let it upset us or swerve us. Warren has got out an Injunction against you and me, Somewhat dismayed, Craig handed hand-ed the note to Patricia. "They've gone in to the Bayl To see mel I guess we'll have to drop on down to Hark Dawson's." Patricia glanced at the scrawl, looked up at him. "Why do we have to, Craig? It's so far to Dawson's, Daw-son's, I'm tired, it's almost night now, and the wind is blowing so bad. Why can't we stay here?" Craig shook his head. If the news should get out that he and Patricia had spent a night at a lonely cabin, people would talk. And then the Chiwaughimis. He could not forget those snowshoe tracks in that drogue of spruce. "Please, Craig please let's stay," Patricia urged. "I'm glad that Higginson and those other two aren't herel We can have the evening eve-ning all to ourselves." She pleaded unashamed, "If I if we if you and I could have just this evening alone, I think I could go back, then, and face that injunction." Tender and understanding, Craig took her into his arms and kissed her wind-cold cheek. All she was asking was an evening together, a few innocent hours, with the rest of the world shut out; and he was begrudging be-grudging her those hours. "All right, we stay here tonight, sweet" When he had lit the candle and got a fire going, he took the water bucket and started down to the river riv-er to the hole which Higginson kept open in the ice. Out of sight of the cabin, he set the bucket beside the path, hurried up the trail to the first bend, crouched down in a juniper clump, and waited, searching the frozen Resurrection and the dark woods on either bank. If the Chiwaughimis had followed him and he had somehow some-how failed to see them, they would be coming along, whipping down the river. In the thickening gloom he lay in the juniper thicket as long as he dared without alarming Patricia by his absence. He saw nothing whatever. what-ever. The river and woods were silent, empty. ig seven-up wun messier. he bade, "go over to Mr. ce and see if he has any k, won't you?" very few minutes Sam fringing her a large pack-fs pack-fs and also a number of id Christmas presents, iorting out the letters of I Patricia slit them open :. rpin. The first one she r mother's. It was filled t affection, an unspoken r daughter to come home f from her sister Frances Confidential and informa-' informa-' is awfully mad at you, !'s and I never mention to him at all . . . From ve written me, Craig an extremely nice man, : fve to know him. But I d to hear this about his ied. And I hated to hear i fesn't wish ever to make i himself. Of course, he ider this, for your sake e, Sis, don't do anything !' ut thinking it over care-letter care-letter Patricia had put the last, like a dose of ficine was from her fa-fce fa-fce pencil note on a memo Jwo lines jarred her more e other letters together. I nonsense out of you. j home, while you've still e of face, Patricia laid I upon her desk without J the rest of her mail or fig the presents. Her sing-Jess sing-Jess over the Kessler gold f all ebbed away as she lave of homesickness had I her; she was furious at jrous gossip being peddled I her and Craig; and she Jened by her father's blunt I 'se troubles were not the tey were trifles in com-ji'h com-ji'h the anguishing dilem-jtared dilem-jtared her in the face h she had realized that lrld and her world were other any more, or talk to each other, oth-er, or associate in any way." "We can't talk to each other?" Patricia gasped. "Or see each other?" oth-er?" "That's what the Injunction says, Treeshia. Warren used Rosalie as a tool Rosalie is back in Vancouver, Vancou-ver, as you said. She's broke. Worse than broke. She's thousands in debt. She squandered most of the million and a half that I gave her; and the depression swept away the rest She thinks I've got money, or can make money, and she's out to get it I thought I'd paid her off in full, but the law apparently doesn't think so." "But the law can't forbid you and me to see each other I " Patricia cried. "That's preposterous 1" "The law can do anything, Treeshia. Tree-shia. This injunction sounds preposterous, pre-posterous, but from a legal viewpoint view-point it's perfectly valid. The substance sub-stance of the court order is that your influence and your association with me are depriving Rosalie of her established rights. The actual writ is on its way here now, for Corporal Northup to serve and enforce. en-force. Rosalie herself is coming to Dynamite Bay. Warren persuaded her she should come, to establish the legal fact that I refuse to live with her." CHAPTER XI Alone at camp, on the southwest shoulder of Kessler hill, Patricia was sitting tight against a little fire, writing out claim notices and watching the men at work, on north along the slope. With a big graphite pencil she was laboriously printing the claim notices no-tices on 6 by 8 sheets of tin. She had already printed nineteen, and was on the twentieth, her last one., With extra care she wrote out the legend; NO. 1 TRIUMPH PHILLIP KESSLER LICENSE NO. 317 .-n A M MARCH 20 Patricia Hated the Thought of Returning Home. staked and the notices tacked up. In spite of the cold, Patricia had managed to boil tea, thaw out some caribou jerky and get a makeshift meal ready. "Poleon," Craig instructed, while they were eating, "you take Sam and Phil and hit straight southwest for the Bay. You can make it there in 24 hours. Patricia and I are going to head south for Resurrection. Resur-rection. We'll spend the night with Dave Higginson and then come on In. The river'll be easier going for Patricia than across country." As Patricia looked up and met Craig's eyes, she realized that he was making this arrangement because be-cause of her because he saw how desperately she wanted to spin out the little freedom that remained to this roundabout Feeling a bit foolish over his excessive ex-cessive caution, he rose up finally and hurried back to the cabin. They had eaten supper. Craig had unrolled Patricia's sleeping poke on the bunk, and spread his own on the floor beside the stove. Patricia had crept into hers, tired from the long day and the 16 wilderness miles that she and Craig had covered. But she had not gone to sleep. This evening was too precious. She and Craig could talk, as long as they wanted, with no prying eyes to see or question; and at the end of their evening she would go to sleep knowing know-ing that Craig was in the same room with her and that she would be awakened in the morning by his kiss as at God's lake. (TO BE CONTINUED) Madison, Smallest President James Madison was a little man. He is classed as the smallest of those who have filled the presidential presiden-tial office. His height was about 5 feet 4 inches. He was small framed, pale, and thoughtful-faced. Aaron Burr nicknamed him "great little Madison", a sobriquet often applied to him in after years. Of his dress, it was usually simple. When he appeared in the senate to take the oath of office as President at his first inauguration he wore a suit manufactured from wool raised in this country presented to him by Colonel Humphrey and Chancellor Livingston. t uimerea. Her iamily nd of the highest social fig hadn't a dollar and ld have. In spite of the N made more than a mil-je mil-je company with his "radi-I "radi-I tion, her father hated him I and Craig, on his part, fer father, the company, I circle and everything in fe. with an uncompromis- Jre was she, caught be-f be-f two worlds, torn two II no escape. shut down, at six that I atricia kept watching for her cabin. Craig had f mat day because his own I w disordered and so pun-1 pun-1 chemicals. f w o'clock she raw a can-fa can-fa knew Craig was awake. yer. a little later; found jd and getting ready to f supper with me, Craig," J Into her eyes, ngTreesh.a."he asked, nothing, Craig," she P" she turned away, to the L .the cupboard, in order t ms sharp glance. Her mat afternoon seemed s'ya to him and to their e could see within her and hky and afraid she was. j1 1 think she was so fine a f3 locked at the door. A thousand yards out along the hill Craig and Kessler were building the southwest post of this "Triumph" "Tri-umph" claim. They had planted a six-foot length of jackpine in the thin snow, and vere heaping a mound of stones around the base of it. Fifteen hundred feet beyond them Poleon and Sam were erecting erect-ing the northwest corner post of Triumph. Except for finishing those last two corners on Triumph and nailing the metal notices on all twenty posts, the Kessler hill job was done. In a couple of hours her party would break camp, with nothing remaining but to record the claims at the government land office. Patricia hated the thought of returning re-turning home. That dreaded injunction injunc-tion had probably reached the Bay by now; and when Corporal Northup read the document to Craig and her, it would mean an abrupt end to ill association between them. That was why she had suddenly decided to come along on this trip-so trip-so that she and Craig might have a few days together before the law said to them, "You shall not" The rank injustice of that court order filled her with a raging helpless help-less fury. How could the law be so monstrously unjust as to give a spendthrift and adulterous woman a club over Craig? After squander-lng squander-lng the fortune which Craig handed her and breaking her promise to get a divorce, Rosalie was now coming to Dynamite Bay, backed up by the U1C1I& fcSA trail to the Bay, he and she would have two whole days with each other. oth-er. It would be their first real trip together, and their last. While the men were striking the tents, Craig put his pack and hers on a little hand-toboggan, and gave some final orders to Poleon. Leaving camp, he and she started down the long southern slope of the hill and headed for Resurrection river, 15 miles to the south. In an hour they came to the first stance of trees, a drogue of black spruce in a sheltered valley. Inside In-side the timber, where the gales were broken, the snow was soft; and they had to put on their racquets. rac-quets. , Halfway through the drogue they ran ccross a trail that stopped Craig short, a trail made by several men wearing snowshoes and walking in single file. One glance told him that the party were not Indians. Their racquets were not Tinneh bear-paws but ordinary ordi-nary trading-store egg-tails. Suspicious, he scrutinized the trail closely. It had been made yesterday or the day before, and there were six men in the party, large men-their netting sank well into the snow. That was all he could glean. "Who d'you suppose they were, Craig'" Patricia asked. Craig suspected that this trail might have been made by the six Chiwaughimis. The half - breeds might have shadowed his party |