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The half-breed sprung around and snarled: "You gpik to me?" Reaching the waiting Batoehe, he announced: "I've Just had a wire from Ottawa. I'm ordered to map Waswanipi on my way to the bay." Finlay watched the astonishment on Batoche's scarred face shift to a covert look of satisfaction. "You go to Waswanipi, eh?" "Yes, and we'll need another man. I thought possibly you, yourself, would take the Job if Isadore could spare you. How about it?" "I got damn good Job!" snorted the furious half-breed. "Well, then." said Finlay. affably, affa-bly, ''how about Tete-Blanche? He knows the lake and would make a good man for the survey." "You you know Tete-Blanche?" "Huh! know him? I knew him long before he went to work for Isadore! Isa-dore! If you see him before I do tell him his old friend Finlay asked about him." Leaving the dumbfounded dumb-founded Batoehe working his Jaw in a futile attempt to voice his thoughts, Garry turned and entered the store. "I guess that'll give M'sieu' Batoehe something to chew on," he muttered. There was raw terror in Cotter's face as he whispered: "Tete-Blanche! "Tete-Blanche! Why, he's Isadore's " The storekeeper gaped at Finlay as if he thought him demented. "Isadore's what, Mr. Cotter?" Cotter shook his head, waving his hands aimlessly. "You're crazy, man plumb crazy!" he exploded. "Where did you ever hear of Tete-Blanche?" Tete-Blanche?" "Why, he's an old friend of mine." Finlay left Cotter mumbling, "Tete-Blanche a friend of yours!" and started for the station. McLeod sat at the telegraph key as Finlay entered the station. "Good Lmorning, Mr. Finlay!" he greeted. "Off today?" "McLeod," returned Garry, "you may be surprised to hear that early this morning you handed me a wire from my department chief, at Ottawa, Ot-tawa, directing me to change my plans and first run a compass sur- I vey of the Waswanipi chain of lakes before proceeding to the Bay." The Scotchman scowled. "Oh, I have, have I? Well, I haven't!" "You can deny I got that wire, but I wouldn't if I were you!" "What did you do to him, Blaise?" asked Garry, when he and Malone reached the river shore with their bags. "I tell dat Batoehe he mus' be crazy. Flambeau navare talk wid me last night." "That must have pleased him!" chuckled Red. "First he was ver" cross Den he ofTair me big pay." "What did you say?" "I say too small, I get t'ousand dollar a mont' wid you. He was like wild man. I laugh at him and he pull dat gun. But he was foolish. fool-ish. He stand too close." Blaise produced a snub-nosed automatic au-tomatic from his pocket "Here's his gun!" Shortly, from the steel bridge, two men with heads together watched the canoe start down river and disappear disap-pear behind a bend. CHAPTER III For a hundred miles, after passing pass-ing through Lake Shabogama, the Nottaway thrashed itself to foam in rock-scarred reaches of broken water wa-ter or narrowed to slide past timbered tim-bered hills as it raced off the Height-of-Land. "Allons! We go!" Down the flume into the white chaos leaped the Peterboro. On ei-I ei-I ther side boulders pushed up their J granite bulk where the river burst ! to fling spray high in air. Eddies ' and cross-currents sucked at her ' keel. Knife-edged ledges that would 1 rip out her bottom snarled beneath the broken water. One mistake and j canoe and men would be sucked into the maw of the thundering river to be spewed up and cast ashore, bat-I bat-I red and broken, miles below. ! Drenched to the bone, battling al-I al-I ways for the safety -of -the- black water, the crew ran the Peterboro j to the first bend. I "We're through the worst of it!" ; panted Red. as they snubbed .the I boat to study the river below, f "Good' channel" ahead!" ! As he spoke the whip-lash crack of rifles broke through the din of the tabids; ::...... ...... : j--'.,., "We're ambushed!" cried Red. "They're on that point! Come on!' Finlay caught the blue haze of ' smokeless powder hanging In the al-1 al-1 ders of Ihe right shore. The canoe was trapped! Blaise lifted his pole with a shout. "Lei her run!" Like a galloping' horse the Peterboro Peter-boro plunged down the narrow channel. chan-nel. Again and again rifles exploded t on the shore. Suddenly the bow-I bow-I man gagged to his knees while bis MARSH INSTALLMENT THREE rinlay receive! aa aaoaymooa Utter taggeiUag that the tla me were sot drowned as reported. They queitioa the report from the aorta that the bodies of the rata were foand by ladlaas who declared that the mea had perished la pole slipped from tut limp fingers. "Blaise is hit!" cried the desperate desper-ate Finlay. "Get him. Red, before he goes overboard! I'll hold her!" The kneeling Brassard moved his head from side to side as If to clear his brain as Red caught him and eased him to the floor of the canoe. The blue lips In the graying face framed the Words: "Dey got us!" Then he lost consciousness. As if it were a chip, a cross-current snatched the canoe from the control of the straining gternman, blinded by bursting spray, and whirled her. Straddling Blaise's body Malone battled to head the boat back into the channel. As he thrust with all his magnificent power his spruce pole slowly bowed Into an arc, but the river had its way. The boat did not swing. The pole splintered in his hands and he lurched back to escape a headlong head-long plunge into the boiling water. Again the rifles roared on the shore. Garry felt a sting like the stab of hot iron as his right leg went limp. "They've got me!" he muttered. mut-tered. Savagely clamping his teeth, he managed to brace himself and follow Red's lead. Finlay prayed that he might hold on until they reached the bend. The shots from the distant point grew fainter. The range was long and they were going wide. Finlay's leg was numb but, propped against the gunwale, it still wabbled under him. "Shooting men out of canoes," he panted, "even on the Nottaway! Worse than I guessed! Did Batoehe pass us In the night on the lake or Is it someone else?" He wondered "Yon hit hard, Garry?" if they had lost Blaise, loyal old Blaise, hunched there in the bow. "Where was he hit?" called Garry, Gar-ry, fearful of the answer. "In the head!" came the sorrowful sorrow-ful reply. Garry's leg suddenly went limp. In spite of his efforts, he sagged to his knees. "They got me in the leg. Red," he called. "We've got to land!" "You hit hard, Garry?" "Through the thigh! No big arteries, ar-teries, I guess! Let's get Blaise ashore!" With fear in their hearts they examined ex-amined Blaise's blood-caked head. "Glory be!" cried the giant as he traced the course of the bullet "They only creased him!" "Get some water. Red! His pulse is good. If he hadn't got a fracture, frac-ture, he'll be as right as rain in a few days. He's tough." When they had washed and bandaged band-aged Brassard's head. Red inspected inspect-ed Garry's leg. "Straight through the thigh muscles clean as a whis tle! Not an artery touched. That was a high-powered small bore. Pain any?" "Not much! It's just numb and weak." Shortly Red had his two wounded wound-ed friends on a spread blanket. Working like the moose he was. Malone soon had cargo and canoe through the alders and back in the bush. The hidden camp was now safe from searching eyes on the opposite op-posite shore- Then Garry and Red held a council of war. "What's your guess. Red?" There was an ugly glitter In the blue eyes as they shifted from Garry's Gar-ry's bandaged leg to the siltr un--"conscious Blaise "I don't think Batoehe Ba-toehe and Flambeau could have passed us last night and done this. It -was. aunuone -else,, .-.liow; ,botit. this Tcte-Blanehc? Do you suppose he's putting in the summer on the Nottaway?" ""Who knows? All we Have is the knowledge that someone tried to wipe out a government survt-y party. par-ty. That means they'll pay through the nose to Ottawa After this thing today it's cli what become of Bob and the rest who started for j Chibougaroau." "Well, as they've started the rough gtuft," said Red, finishing the 1 Vien Ptnn. PmUIiMim Co. WM.U.Ssrvlcs' the rapids af the Nottaway river. Th ante ot Isadora, rich far maa, whea brwaght by Finlay, caases aa Immediate Immedi-ate eeiaaUoa of eonertatioa. Wall qaeiUoalag Cotter, the storekeeper, Malay Ma-lay aotJced someone watching them. oiling of the action of his .45 and shoving It into the shoulder holster strapped under his left arm beneath his shirt, "three lads I know art going go-ing to throw a little rough stuff themselves." "They won't work In the open. Red. It will all bejnjun stuff, under un-der cover, with till surviving witnesses. wit-nesses. They're blocking the Chib-ougamau Chib-ougamau Trail but they don't intend to hang for It" "And I don't intend they shall, Garry!" growled Red. Garry loved Red's weakness for a fight and his berserk courage when he was in one, but he cautioned: "Remember we're a peaceable survey sur-vey party interested in certain other oth-er matters on the side. We can't make the first move." "Sure, boss, but while we're running run-ning that compass survey of Waswanipi, Was-wanipi, I'm going to make a personal per-sonal survey of Mr. Jules Isadore. If I find what I think I will, lt'U be a sweet Job." "And a dangerous one, Red." "Uh-huhl And a dangerous one!" grunted Malone. In the morning Blaise was conscious. con-scious. Six days of rest and careful care-ful nursing put him on his feet and gave the clean flesh wound In Garry's Gar-ry's leg a chance to heaL In the meantime Malone had swum the river riv-er below the rapids and found in the mud at the foot of the old Indian portage the tracks of two men and freshly broken brush where a canoe ca-noe had been cached. At the head of the carry, footprints indicated that the men had come downstream. Batoehe and Flambeau must have passed their camp on the river in the night, ambushed them, and thinking that they had somehow run the rapids, gone on, searching for their supper fire. "Now, Blaise, what do you think of your friends who wanted to give you a Job?" demanded Red. . Blaise grimaced as he fingered his bandaged head. "I fink if I ambush cano' in dose rapids, I make bettair Job. At less dan hunder yard dey Start to fire at free men who got to stand up and make good target Dey shoot eight-ten time and get two hit" "They shot straight enough to satisfy sat-isfy me," said Finlay. "I thought we'd lost you when you went down. If they'd wiped us out, there'd have been three more reported accidentally acciden-tally drowned and no proof to the contrary." The half-breed's eyes blazed with such fury that his friends gaped in surprise. "We head for plenty trouble trou-ble " he bit off between his teeth. "Mebbe we navare come back! Who know? But wan f ing you promise Blaise Brassard! You give dis Batoehe Ba-toehe to me! I take him in dese han' so!" Brassard's thick fingers reached into the air and clamped shut, as if on a throat "He's yours, Blaise! But he's only a tool," said Garry. "What puzzles me is his boss. I can't make out Isadore's game. He must have brains to make such a success of the fur business and yet he's riding rid-ing straight for a fall with the authorities." au-thorities." "He's got a rich placer strike, somewhere, and to avoid a stampede stam-pede of prospectors won't register it until he's skimmed off the cream," insisted Red. "Wal, now we feel bettair, we go have look at M'sieu Isadore," grunted grunt-ed Blaise. He drew a villainous looking skinning knife from its sheath and tested its edge with a thick thumb, as he said: "Somebody "Some-body goin' to pay for my sore head, for sure!" "I'm glad I'm not the fellow, you old wolverine!" laughed Garry. "When you take the war path, there's blood on the moon." CHAPTER IV Ten days later the Peterboro was approaching the head of Matagami Lake, llat.ked by black spruce ridges which rolled away to the horizon. hori-zon. Finlay had intended to stop at the Hudson's Bay post which his map showed was located somewhere on its irregular north shore. But, as it was hidden in a deep bay, the survey piirty had passed the fur post. "Do we go on up the inlet to this Lake OVga'" asked Red, "or turn back to hunt for the Hudson's Bay outfit"1" ... "We rrjust be pretty close to the thoroughfare, now," said Garry, ex-.aminug- hi- map.--" We-' va- Jeat -ten-da) s already According to the map the post is thirty miles back of us behind a hunch of islands. We'll ketvP' gtving ' "'-'A "Good! Waswanipi and Isadore, or bust' is my motto," laughed Red. Was . that the Hash of a.paddJe up there where the lake suddenly narrows?" demanded Garry. The three men stopped paddling to focus their eyes on the distant water . "Cano' leave de inlet for sure!" announced Blaise, his black eyes narrowing to slits as he watched "We make talk wid dem Injun. Mebbe Meb-be dey know somefing." (TO UK COVTISUED) Kathleen Norris Says: Time Heals 411 Wounds (B4U SyixJJeaU TeoTi mother come to stay with ut and ran me out. Te lived at an army post and I became Ultimata with an army officer who was a married man. I was carried car-ried away by his devotion to a lonely girl. By KATHLEEN NORRIS ONE of the hardest lessons les-sons for an American woman to learn is to leave anything to time. We are an impatient people, and whatever we do must be accomplished ac-complished in a very fury of speed. Hundreds of women go to Reno for divorces every year, only to plunge into fresh matrimonial experiments the moment they are free. Decisions De-cisions that should be made only after months or even years of planning and praying, pray-ing, they reach in a few moments. mo-ments. Having failed conspicuously con-spicuously in one attempt at wifehood, they plunge into another, an-other, sure that if happiness doesn't wait on one pathway it must on some other. But happiness and character charac-ter and success in marriage are things of slow growth. They are never ready-made. It takes months and sometimes years of patient effort to work out even the simplest domestic problem, and in these days almost no marital problem prob-lem is simple. Threats of European conquest and invasion from sea or air have never given me a moment's concern. But the destruction of that all-Important thing American marriage through the hasty and ill-considered action of husbands and wives who flock to divorce courts at the first sign of trouble, is a real blow at the safety of the nation. Divorce Is an Evil. Divorce is not a solution, it Is an unmitigated evil and it ought to be used sparingly, like the poisonous drugs that help pain, or the surgeon's sur-geon's knife that is employed only in the last emergency. Unless this national failing Is somewhat lessened, we are going to be a nation without homes; and a nation without homes Is no nation at all. j It doesn't hurt children to grow up in the care of a mother who is silently enduring difficulties and in-justices. in-justices. It hurts them irreparably to be told by their mother that i Daddy is a bad man; and by Dad-; Dad-; dy's mother that their own mother is so selfish and vain that poor Daddy Dad-dy had to leave her. In the beginning the men and women who contemplate divorce always al-ways assert eagerly that there will not be this sort of criticism before the children. But when those chil-I chil-I dren, missing their father, shifted , uncomfortably about, trying to ac- custom themselves to a stepfather, I ask wistfully why their own Daddy j has ione away, then Mother has to , take a defensive attitude. So she tells them how mean I Daddy was to her, .wouldn't give her any money, and liked another lady better than. Mummy, and. tw.lst-. ned hrr- aTm:-"And,-whieritney"lflr 1 their paternal grandmother this she can only counter majestically, "Well, Mummy doesn't always say "whirr thiev ' deafr she was" vet y unkind to poor Daddy. Don't believe be-lieve everything Mummy says." The - army -of the- children of divorced di-vorced parents that's the army we ought to fear. What possible training train-ing in self-control, consideration, patience can they derive from die ill-disciplined man and woman they call their parents? And how find happiness against a background of changes, recriminations, charges and countercharges? Here is a letter from a woman WrfD Senriee.) HOME DEFENSE Far more terrifying than the possibility of invasion by a foreign army, says Kathleen Norris, is the menace of divorce, di-vorce, which is breaking up our homes. More sinister than Hitler's legions is the army of children of divorced parents. But how are we to prevent divorce? Patience will help. Impatience is probably our greatest national weakness. We leap from one mistake to another; we plunge into ill-considered ill-considered marriage and hasty divorce . . . Don't fail to read Kathleen Norris' uncompromising uncompro-mising discussion of the part women can play in building one of our first lines of national na-tional defense, happy homes. who has made a series of hasty mistakes, and who feels that to make a fresh series would be the way out. "I am 28," writes Em-Bee, from Indianapolis. "I was married at 19, and have two sons, seven and four. That first marriage was a girl's mistake; Ted seemed to me the epitome of everything that was wonderful, but I was too much of a kid really to Judge a man as a husband. We were miserable from the start, quarreling, making it up, quarreling again. One of my' babies was delicate and the other unmanageable, unman-ageable, and we had very little money. "Ted's mother came to stay with us and ran things generally. She ran them so well that she ran me out and I went home to my gtep-mother, gtep-mother, as I cannot stand the man my own mother married after divorcing di-vorcing my father. We lived at an army post and I became intimate with an officer who was a married man. I don't excuse this, but I was carried away by his devotion to a lonely, bewildered girl of 24. This gave Ted an excuse to ask for com-plete com-plete guardianship of the boys, which was granted him. Floyd's wife divorced him and we were married. "Ted died last December and his mother has my boys. They come to see me now and then, but we are strangers. My husband does not understand how a mother feels about her children. We have been married three years and as yet I have no hope of another child. Ted's mother, who is well fixed, says she Is going to take the boys to another city and place them in school, and Floyd feels that that is a good thing for them. But they are mine, mine, mine, and I will not have them carted about as if they had no mother. Can't Help Her. . "On the other hand, we have only Floyd's pay, not sufficient for the many expenses connected with two THfiave made many mistakes in handling my life, and am anxious not to make any more. "What do you think of my. present plan of going Ib Reno for a divorce! asking an alimony that will permit me to learn a profession that will support my children, and suing my mother-in-law for their custody? Does that seem the best thing?" Em-Bee is not speaking honestly when she says this, nor when she speaks of a mother's feeling for he' children. Having broken up her own life and Floyd's and Ted's and the children's, no advice will save her now from crashing ahead into fur ther mistakes. J- Fuller P, "W"r muin'nJTr I Uncle FuiTnri heT. Wan, -g?" ttt "Un'KnWg3 run around th. k- "ra jour home runeZ th o'lrtgeo'tteJ?; too, 9 99 ir taiss.lfc)J Affectatinn V.i. 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