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Show I .1 THE BULLETIN, BINGHAM, UTAH - you never law, but dey-r- t ius'Ybout ready to - give op." "Why don't they Uk. Urn, off and make some money and let back on their feet again'" They didn't dare take time off, Poleon explained. A man had to do 15 days work year on each claim he held or It would revert to the Crown. Since most of the prospec. tors owned ten or more claims, It took constant labor and the hardest kind of sacrifice merely to hang on to their holdings. At the first tent they approached, a tall rawboned prospector was toss-ing whltefish to his team of huskies. He was In an undershirt and clumsi-l- y patched trousers, his hair was unkempt, his face heavily stubbled. "How you do, Sam," Poleon greet-ed. "Mees Pat, dis is Sam Honey-wel- L Sam, dis is Mees Welling-ton." one or two of them. That was why r ht had hired out'to Lupt-'Ch- i-waughlml that afternoon. With wide eyes Patricia stared down at the landwash, at Bill For-- I nier, struggling with a drum of gas. Here was a man looking death in " the face. Forced to do heavy labor with the pangs of death inside of him. Getting up from a faint. Jok-ing about it, going back to work again when he could barely stum-ble around. It seemed a bit ghastly. She had never known that such a thing ex-isted in the world. She suddenly hated the whole camp, wished she never had seen it. "Poleonl" she cried, whirling away. "Take me back across the river!" But then she stopped in her tracks. She could go back to her hammock and book, but she would carry with her the Dlcture of SRECTIpy 1 VERY V M4JsCi BYQWERY-- ' ' W.N.U. SERVICE! Honeywell awkwardly bowed to Patricia and mumbled, "Pleased to meet you, ma'am." Lacking Pole-on- 's huge social ease, he was red-face- d with embarrassment Presently she and Poleon went on down through the camp. Poleon kept Introducing her to man after man, till finally she had to make him stop. All of them were pain-fully embarrassed; all stared at her breeches and cigarette; all were re-spectful in their rough frontier way. The truth of Poleon's words, "dey're tough outfeet as you never saw," came forcibly home to her. For all their dlscoura cement and SINOPSIS ! rMrty-three- , Junior Wellington. ftwSora1 Mine, of Tln questionable Arctic, where fefrteh W accessible discovered on Res-fSS- rt flows nto Dyna-hig- h spirited and Eft anf Pat mf2 jCanadlan public in a worthless field and then "got out from under" at huge profit to themselves. After Poleon had left her, she lit a second cigarette and gazed thoughtfully up Resurrection at those blue hills. Just then the mys-tery hanging over the field seemed of little importance to her. She was too stirred and gripped by the ele-mental wildness of the country. Again that uneasiness and misgiv-ing crept over her, and she felt afraid. CHAPTER II sick man pushing a drum of gas onto a skiff. She could flee, could shut her eyes, but that picture would still haunt her. She faltered, glanced again at Bill Fornler. An impulse shot Into her mind ... In that moment, without her knowing, she was stepping into a trap, was thrusting her foot into "the snare Invisible, the cruel of Poleon's song. "Go down there 1" she command-ed Poleon. "Go down and stop that fellowl Make him quit working!" She gave the bewildered Poleon a shove. "Go on! Bring him up here to me! I want to talk to him." CHAPTER in In the dining tent around eleven o'clock that evening, Warren re-marked, over their wine and ciga-rettes: "Lupe Chiwaughimi told me that you gave a sum of money this after-noon, Patricia, to one of these pros-- raggedy clothes, here were men, real men, the pick of the North. All the weaklings had been weeded out. It was at the east side of the camp that the incident of Bill Fornier came crashing into her slumming expedition like a thunderbolt . . . She and Poleon had stopped to watch a group of men whom Lupe WgIConttaued L-tar- , you mean? My lees, I not sell her. nev-hand- y gee-ta- r; and me, lher 'round wit' me all if from Labrador Nas-Stak- a Porcupine. But Cat, Mees- -m len' her lever you wan' to play laughed and her anger I don't get the point, but I She eyed the big fellow i with amused curiosity. Care you, anyway?" 1 Poleon." ItatT" L Auguste Cesar de la frques." jacious, it's a wonder you Lhoulderedl What are Late that afternoon, bored by half a day of idling around camp, Pa-tricia ordered three of the Chi-waughimi half-bree- to pitch her a hammock and mosquito canopy at the woods edge; and she made her-self comfortable there, with a book, to pass the dull hours. She hated idleness like the plague, yet idleness seemed the thing that she had the most of, in her life. Wherever she went, at home, abroad, idleness dogged her; and now it bad followed her even to the remote North. She had expected to plunge in and help Warren with his work, what-ever it was; but he had politely refused to let her help him or to tell her a single word about his business there on Resurrection. It wounded Patricia very deeply to discover that Warren was holding pectors across the river. If I may say so, indiscriminate charity like that Is never wise." "Good heavens, that wasn't in-discriminate charity! He's in an ly bad hole, Warren." i "But when you give money out-right to an individual, dear, you break down his initiative." "Initiative be damned!" Patricia burst out, with a touch of anger. "In two or three months Bill For-nier will be dead and what good will ,this Initiative do him then? Besides, anybody who'll work when he can barely stand up, he's got all the initiative he needs!" Warren saw that she was angry, and he retreated tactfully. "Your act was very kind-hearte- d, dear, I'll admit. But my point is that a "Pleased to Meet You, Ma'am." ipector?" 1 wan or two claim stake' in dere," he gestured don river "but I don' le pile 'bout prospecting. ' i string of claim, he's k on 'em so much dat eem having dem stake' got heem stake' down; ion' lak dat" i you do, then?" mt wolf, trap, roam." offered him a cigarette, sell- -to his great aston-s- d sat down on a mossy chat with this Poleon was so buoyant, so kind hearted, that she liked :;y. Naive as a child in , be was sensitive and Id many others; and she out on her. He and she had been together almost a solid week, on the long trip, yet she knew no more about his secret mission than she had known in Chicago. She had tried earnestly to break down that sense of strangeness between them, but so far she had miserably failed. She cared little about his mission itself; she only wanted him to be open and warm and honest with her. But she did want that, dreadfully; and his evasive silence hurt. Instead of reading, she lay in the hammock In a "reverie mood, star-ing up at the apple-gree- n Arctic sky. Down at Chicago she had thought about Resurrection river, and now on Resurrection she was thinking about Chicago, brooding nhnnt it and her life there. very large number of those men over there are In difficulties, and if you start to take that whole camp under your wing" "Don't be silly. I don't want to ever see that crazy camp --again. As a matter of fact, I'm thinking of going back home in a few days." She expected Warren to object strongly, but to her surprise he did not object at all i to oe i mine oi uuorma-- Dynamite Bay. a prospecting field, he aj up Resurrection, be-- " tiwse sawtooth hills and v northeast into the bar- - Bay" was a sort of ') at where the men came J pplies, recuperate, and J of human association. I m there'd be a lot of J here, and several thou--ij md all that," Patricia disappointedly. "But I ij boom at all." f had been any rush. "med. The city country wy; the Arctic winter ') that no tenderfoot 't I Md expenses were sky- - Jfood supplies and equip- - I be brought in by ; fM a ton for freightage entire field there were wpectors. Thirty or for-- w from the cities, but majority were "northern Ppers, ex-ir- e 1 "ally any rich min-"Pfo- at river," she asked "Wank, mmor?" "or is this place hi, head. "Mees. I Toward six o'clock she slid out of the hammock and wandered down to the bank of Resurrection, to find Poleon St. Jacques and have him take her on a little "slumming expe-dition." "If you can spare a couple of hours, Poleon," she said, "I'd like for you to take me across the riv-er. I'll pay you for the trouble, of course." "Wy, you don't need pay me nut tag, Mees Pat I take you over dere as a frien. Jus' lak if aome-ta- m I come to Cheecago you take me 'round as a frien'." Poleon set a near-b- y canoe to water, handed her in; and with a heave and a cheery "Allons!" he sent the craft dancing out upon Res-urrection. It was a perfect summer day, lazily warm and golden. Butter-flies flitted past the canoe, and over the water a legion of dragonflies were snatching up mosquitoes in their trapdoor Jaws. Although late evening by clock time, the sun stood as high in the sky as at noon in Chicago. Patricia knew, rationally, that she was in the land of the mid-night sun and that there would be no sunset for several weeks; but night had always been so Infallible didn't quite A few moments later, as he held a match to her cigarette, she asked abruptly: "Warren, why did you bring so much money along with you on this trip?" "What money?" "Down there in the Chiwaughimi tent. Why, it's a regular pirate'3 treasure trove! I looked into that chest and saw whole stacks of big yellow banknotes and piles of gold pieces. You've got at least $50,000 in that trunk." Warren hid a frown of vexation. "How did you find out about this?" "I was looking around in the tent, and Battu Chiwaughimi tried to keep me away from that chest, and that made me curious to know what was in it So I ordered him to let me see." Warren flicked the ashes from his cigarette and deliberated a moment "About this money, I can very easily- -" "Don't!" Patricia stopped him. T can tell by the tone of your voice that you're going to lie." "Why, Patricia!" he remonstrat-ed. "That Isn't a very nice word, d'you think?" "Maybe not, but also it's not very nice of you to be so evasive with me." "Evasive about what?" "Your business here at Dynamite Bay!" she shot back. "You've got some big scheme up your sleeve and you won't tell me one truthful word about it" " "I've told you the truth, dear, u Vou don't believe me. I presume there's ao use In my repeating it." 'There certainly isn't!" Patricia agreed; and they dropped that sub-ject too. Presently Warren remarked, eye-ing Patricia narrowly, "I found out iust this afternoon, that there's a former acquaintance of yours here Chiwaughimi, the leader of War-ren's six metis, had recruited from among the prospectors. They were rolling drums of airplane gas onto a skiff. Patricia soon noticed that one of the men, a stocky weather-beate-n miner, was In bad trouble of some sort He kept wiping the perspiration out of his eyes, and occasionally a fierce gust of pain swept across his bulldog face. All at once, as he started to push a drum up the skids, he caved in completely and sank down in a heap on the sand. Poleon sprang In, rolled off the drum which had fallen back on the man's legs, and slipped an arm under his head. "Steady, Bill," he soothed, as the man's eyes flickered open. "Every-t'ing'- s fine-dand- Dose drum, dey too much for you to wrassle. Lem-m- e take you back to your tent "You won't no such thing! the man refused, weakly. "I can stick this spell kicks over, it Soon as I'll cut the mustard okay. I got to, ? "Non. non. Bill! If you jus' got to have dat money, M take your for de res' of dis Job." PS shaking his head, the man slowly pulled himself together, got trudged to the lake edge, soused up water over his tousled hair; then wme back to the gang and dogged-l- v work again. Milt's the matter with that fel-low?" Patricia demanded, as po-eo- n rejoined her. "Is he drunk? "Sacrebleu. non! He; seeck. poor Bill Is- -a terrible seeck man, Mees Pat it's mside of heem he"j" Poleon rubbed his stomach nevair. Bimeby. in tf well, f ree But-b-ut-" ?r four mont's, Patricia he stammered. got to die ..aan who's as sick as tha- t- should work an event that she be-lieve it wasn't going to arrive. The canoe approached the north shore. Up the lake beach 300 yards was a cluster of large cabins the wire-less station, land office, Mounted Police buildings and Hudson Bay Poleon skirled the canoe deftly ashore, grounded it, handed Patri-ci- a out; and they walked up the bank. "Heavens, what a hodgepodge! 4 'u mean to say you've j f "ere oft and on for J don't know that?" if Mees And I don' fink j ;JU men know for 'I Ihl? explain tha e 4 to those rolling hills 3 gf aU hard-roc- not i k, ,rd"rock t0k expen-- 1 C.dMI,nnd.drlUing and F ZIT before a true 5 made. A few li Jbeen found, true fetors knew whether j i r any worthwhile ' tefei, Petent geologists Climates, but the I rbrpt "prospec-- eVaZed- - ActuaUy r ow whether know DOt! Nobody allr I; 5Xcept Warren. 0I t, but he was keep- - ha h Cked within him-- Wm,ehere? What ,.To find 51??. Wincing. Arctic trip W16 ?at the field i ltT ave come flt $ Wl"0' be sure even hered ' CCrtain shame v F wS 0ccasins in the mterted the gullible Patricia thought, as she glancea down through the camp. The whole place was a disorganized confusion of tents, smoldering fires, men, ca-noes and chained-u- p dog teams. In comparison with the two Ontario rushes which she had seen, this to seed, wo camp looked gone paths, unsightly refuse everywhere, no organization, no esprit de corps. moving about here and And the men there seemed half-hearte- discour-aged. Over the whole place hung an air of poverty and defeat. She asked Poleon, 'Am I jusx imagining things or are these men in the dumps?" "You're dead right, Mees Pat, dese feller, dey are on de dumps. been here at Dyna-mite You see. dey Bay mebbe two, mebbe four year, and all dat tarn dey been have to scrape along on leetle or ' no money, 'cause dey have no Dey re ' chance to trap or trade. real men. dey're tough outfeet as at this place." Patricia looked up in surprise. Of mine? Who?" You remember Tarlton, dont vou-C- raig Tarlton?" ; Patricia started violently. "Here- -at Dynamite Bay-Cr- aig Tarlton?" "Yes." Aware of Warren's eyes upon her, Patricia fought to hide bei' confu-sion She was ashamed of the tell-tale flush which had leaped to her cheeks, but her emotions were in a whirl that she could not Sp herself. Craig Tarlton was Jere! She would meet Craig, see Eim once more! Here to the Arctic she had suddenly run across him, the expectation of after giving up ever seeing him again. In a few moments, when she could speak evenly, she !:ed. What, he doing here. Warren? (TO BE COSTIMED) when he"', no so 'sick that he keels V.ut Bill got to work, wedder he wfor non "Poleon told her. In a ?ew he explained Fornier'. Zm Formerly a free-trad- over in and come across he had left home 10 KTke good strike and so S'leaTe'his8 wife and two little 6iKffSed five ''finely; for that year w to scrape up (eW He was try.ng o dollars for rub Ask Me Another O A. General Quia e Bell Syndicate-- WNU Sunk, 1. Who would take over the du-ties of the Chief Justice of the United States if his office were to become vacant? 2. When did Magellan circum-navigate the globe and how long did it take him? 3. Was Washington our first President? 4. What is the average visibility from a ship at sea? 5. How much ailver has been mined in the world since the dis-covery of America? 6. What is a lee tide? 7. When the Supreme court was organized what was the average age of the justices? 8. How old is the Pasteur treat-ment for rabies? Answers 1. 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