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Show Thursday, June 10, 1937 y ' imn mt nr-nr- THE ri M COURTNEY RYLE.Y COOPER COPYRIGHT-COURTNE- Y RYIEY COOPER. SYNOPSIS Jack Hammond, fold prospector, re spree turn to Prince, Eupert after gold rush In Seattle end learns that careof some result la starting as less remarks be had dropped at a party concerning a gold discovery. He find hat his partner. McKenzie Joe Britten, has gone on north to protect their claims. Besieged, Hammond decides to tell the would-bDrospectors how to reach the "new gold fields. Around the World Annie, a frontier oance nau proprietor, nas assembled a troupe of girls and 1 bent on starting a dance hall at the new camp. Jack tells ber to pass the word along that he la going to leave the next morning. He muses about Kay Joyce, the girl In Seattle whom he loves and to whom he confided the secret of his gold strike. Going to his lawyer's office he passes a young girl on the stairs. Jack asks Barstow the lawyer about the girl and learns that she Is a volunteer client. Jack tells him about Kay whom he had admired as a little girl, but who Ignored him In childhood. Timmy Moon, a mutual acquaintance, had brought them together. Kay was chilly at first but when she saw some of his gold nuggets they got along beautifully. He had met her mother and a friend of the family, Bruce Kenning, a geologist. Sergeant Terry of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police joins the on their trip north. Jack encounters the girl, Jeanne Towers, and she asks him to lend her a team of dogs and supHe consents. plies. e gold-seeke- CHAPTER III Continued the sergeant raised his barking reverberation of barreled revolver broke crisply against the sharp morning. A cheer came from a prospector's threat, to be taken up by other men and punctuated by the high cries of women. A trapper remembered that he too had a gun, and fired it into At last gun. The the long - the air. Immediately a dozen others joined him; the cries and shouts and booming of firearms rose to a thundering peak. Then as quickly came dead silence, as if these peothe gaunt, ple had remembered cruel journey before them. Hammond's voice sounded crisply. "All right, string out! Slip into the trail and start mushing. Don't try to rush you'll be a long time getting there." A driver yelled to his dogs. One by one, others followed. What had been an indiscriminate mass of cheering humans became a long, black, crawling line. It twisted across the lake, writhed Into the valley of the Caribou which lay beyond and crawled laboriously toward the first rise of nearly two hundred miles of mountains, of plateaus and valleys and lakes and icy streams, along the great white trail to a new bonanza. Two weeks later, they were still at it, moving more slowly now along an agonizing journey, broken often by slides of loosened snow in the narrow valleys, where hills rose precipitately, or where the willows, thick and tangled, blocked progress until a trail could be cut through. especially Everyone was tired Hammond. Twice a day, he must make the line of march from one end to the other. It was hard going today; a chinook had been blowing. "Here, take this stick," he called, as he passed Jeanne Towers. "Use it to keep your snowshoes clear." "Thanks, I've got one on the toboggan. I've just been watching for a stopping place, to change moccasins and have a general cleanup." Hammond fell In beside her. For a moment, there was little sound save the quick breathing of dogs, the slide of toboggans and the cluff of snowshoes, punctuated by quick tapping noises as mushers hit their webs on the rising step with light clubs, to free them from chinook- snow. The shouting and tlfcky conversation long ago had passed. This was gruelling effort. "Like the North?" he asked. Something like a tomboy's happiness blazed in her brown eyes. "Oh, I do. It's so clean." Jack went, wondering about the remark. After a long time, he began thinking of some of the city rooming houses in which he had spent days; grimy windows, carpets gritty with dirt, soot on one's face, a black taste to the air. "Better not wait too long to make camp," he shouted to one of the "We'll get out early tomorrow on the crust." But late that night, when the rest of the camp was snoring, Hammond saw that there was to be no on the morning's snow. The ' fflfliook had continued, veering slightly toward morning. Dawn was gray, lowering, cheerless. Then the wind shifted. A bite came into the air. "Yah, we'll have snow." It was Olson, the man with the hewed-ou- t face whom Hammond had met in Prince Rupert. He paused a moment as the long line began to move. "Yah, we'll have plenty of now." Hammond nodded and went on s. Jst W.N.U. SERVICE ward. He would have a Job today. It was hard enough keeping thlg line moving in the sunshine. Morning became early afternoon. The sky grew heavier, more ominous. "No loafing!" be shouted, as the trek started anew, following the noontime halt. "And no banging back." A man turned his head; skin raw from pelting Ice particles, eyes like balls of blood from snow burn. "How'll we ever keep In line and change wet moccasins?" he quer ied. Keep 'em on, I suppose, and get frostbite?" "We'll make stops for that" The first slash of snow had begun to drive down out of the high reaches of the mountains. "Keep moving and stay together." The flakes had become thicker now; like a sticky white shield. All in an instant, the mountains began to fade. "Stay together!" he shouted, as he worked back along the line. "Stay together!" They had come out of a valley to a wide lake and were now well upon it. On his lumpy snowshoes. Jack made the end of the line, shouting his caution, and hearing it echoed by the more experienced men of this long serpentine of gold seekers. The sound of clubbing as sticks webs rapped against was general now. The world had become a fog of white. Once again Hammond started forward, hurrying at the blurred sight of a laggard beside the trail. With some surprise, he saw it was Jeanne Towers. "What's wrong?" he queried brusquely. "My lead dog broke his trace. I think I've got it fixed." Hammond examined the harness. "Looks all right," he decided. "We're going to camp as soon as we strike the end of this lake." "And then how far?" asked Jeanne. Hammond had heard that query a hundred times in the last few days. "Oh, we're well over the worst of it We'll have a tough time for awhile after we get out of this lake country have to hit for the pla d snow-gumme- d It was deep dusk before he picked up a clear trail. He shouted and went on. Again, after a period of search, he called, and for a third and fourth time. He thought be beard a faint answer. He began to run, as swiftly as his sticky snowshoes would permit la the distance, a faint gray smudge appeared. He shouted anew and went forward. At last they faced each other. Jeanne Towers tried to cover her weariness with a smile, meanwhile wiping the welcome, cold moisture of a hand across her forehead. 'Am I lost?" she asked, with an attempt at cheeriness. 'You were." Relief at finding her had brought a certain reflex. "Why did you drop out?" "That traca broke again. I sup pose I worked on it longer than I thought Then, when I was through, I couldn't see anybody. And noises seemed to coma from all directions." Hammond scowled, but not at her. "I knew damned well that shep herd husky would never make a lead dog." The girl laughed weakly. "I'm glad I'm not the only one to blame." Reaction had passed for Ham mond; he was only glad he bad found her. 'A good lead dog would have been able to pick up the trail." Suddenly he said, "Too tired to go on?" "Can we reach camp?" "We'll have to mane our own camp." He looked about him, in the lowering dusk. One chance was as good as another memory told him that they bad been working for some time to the left. Certainly shore could not be so far away. We haven't much to kick about Everything In the world to eat on that toboggan and there's a sleep ing bag for you. "But you?" He grinned. "It won't be the first time I've piled In with the dogs." There was a different spirit now; concern for her safety had placed them on a new basis. Silently they worked forward, bent against the drive of snow. Going was increas ingly difficult ; the white, sticky fall had covered the harder pack for a full six inches; their snowshoes sank deep and came up heavy, leaden. A half hour of ter rifle exertion followed. The world was black now, but Hammond urged her forward. "I think I see the shore line ahead," he commanded. ""Keep go d me, and really start that grocery "You're pretty he asked. game, It seemed to electrify her. An al It was. With the dogs snarling over their fish and mush, the man Gun. and woman sat beside the campfire teaus the winds are pretty bad long after the meal was finished. At last, Jack unrolled her sleepthere. Then we'll drop down to the Liiken river going should be fairly ing bag and bedded it down with a canvas windbreak. They said good' easy after that." "How far?" the girl asked again. night Hammond went back to the "Sixty miles. A man could make fire. He sat there a long time. Finally it in two days with a fresh team.' Hammond went on toward the he rose, and moving toward her faintly outlined form, knelt there. head of the line. "When do we get to the end of "Jeanne," he said quietly, "are this lake?" shouted the lead mush-er- . you asleep?" The voice fought dull fatigue, A note of panic was in his "No, Mr. Hammond." Hammond turned swiftly, voice. line. the down "My name's Jack." glancing "Oh. came with an air of sur "Olson!" he shouted. "Take the lead here and hold it! When you hit prise. "Listen," he cut in. "I've just the shore line, go into camp!" "Ay!" came the answer. Olson, thought of something funny. You're with his elongated webs, strode out none of my business of line, rounded those in front of "What I mean," he added hastily, him, then began to plod again. Hammond once more moved swiftly "is that I'm not trying to butt in toward the rear, only to return or ask questions. You understand more quickly. At last he reached that, don't you?" "Yes I've known that." the side of the leader and strode "Just the sp.me," the man went beside him, staring back into the on, "I've thought of something fun snow. "Somebody's missing," he told nv. SuDDose, for instance, I lent Olson. "I'll try to find 'em. If I'm you a little money you know. not back by morning, hold camp build a shack with. And then" and start out a gang to look for he added, stilling her exclamation me." "suppose I did what I could Then down the line he went again, get things going for you. I've just finally to drop behind. No one no- been thinking that it really would be ticed him; all eyes were straining a whale of a joke on somebody. straight ahead. Hammond moved you'd take this bunch of supplies swiftly on the back trail. you've been dragging throush for At Last the Sergeant Raised His my deah"; her plaid as British as she would like her accent to be. Best of good vacation wishes to the three of them from His thick clothing smeared by frost and soil. Jack Hammond worked with pick and shovel at the bottom of a deep pit He filled a moosehlde bucket with boulders and stony soil and signaled to McKenzie Joe to raise and dump it Joe obeyed, turning the rough handle of He an equally crude windlass. was a beaverliku man of huge shoulders and stocky frame; with a great effort be carried the bucket away and emptied it Returning he called aren' most tomboyish expression came into her eyes. She laughed, her white, even teeth gleaming in the firelight "Honestly, am I?" she queried, There was a wish in her voice for him to tell her again. But she added quickly, "I hope I can cook something that's fit to eat" Vous etes bien innocent de croire a pareils contes. (F.) You are very simple to believe such stories. Laissez mol. (F.) Leave me alone. Les hautes et les bas de la vie. (F.) The ups and downs of life. Vos bontes resteront a jamais gravees dans nos coeurs. (F.) Your kindness will remain forever engraved on our hearts. Le jour se compose de 21 heures. (F.) The day is composed of 24 hours. CHAPTER IV bled deadwood. Again Jack saw that she had told the truth when she had denoted her self as being of the North. She asked no questions. She did not even query their camping place. driving the dogs to the first level spot where twisted tree growth formed a shelter from the wind. Then, as the huskies sank to rest in the snow, she turned deliberately to her next task, the digging under old drifts or to wind' ward for dry bits of pitch wood, for unmoistened cones and a handful of brittle spruce needles, meanwhile surroundings with sweeping near-b- y appraising glances. In that she told Jack Hammond much of woodsman-ship- ; he knew that she was search ing for a birch tree and its inflam mable bark, but there was none. The spruce needles crackled into a feeble blaze as he fed them with a second match. Jeanne handed him a crushed bunch of fine dead twigs. Then he took the larger fuel from her, stick by stick, until the At last he blaze leaped high. straightened and looked down at you?" throat I didn't think she'd cry about It" he mumbled, once mare buck t the fire. He sat there a long time. Then at last he stretched, went over to the dogs, disturbed them with a moccaslned foot and rolled in with them. The sun shone the next morning. They were back at camp In an hour. The endless journey began anew. Six days later, a struggling mass of humans slipped and slid across the hummocked ice of the Liiken Hammond came along, river. passed Jeanne Towers, asked a cheery question, and went onward. ing if you can." "I'll keep going," was her sturdy answer. The search ended within hundred yards, in low - boughed spruce, a rocky shore line, and tum her. Foreign Words and Phrases Correct Vacation Toggery store." Five minutes later. 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With a movement of his eyes he indicated the camp. It was a new trek from Fourcross. Men were shouting, and hurrying about mushing their dogs to the first open space unoccupied by the tents of other gold seekers, and tearing at their toboggan loads as though they hid only a matter of minutes in which to begin life in a new land. 10 BIO CLASSES liXbai Ol0UR Sew-My-Ow- "There Ain't Nothin' Crazler'n a Bunch of Bushed Placer Mi- MAKES E e WNU Service. Bell Syndicate. most makes a sweet girl of her, but the tailored collar and trim cut label her the sophis ticated young thing that she really is. Collegiate. Only a snappy sophomore can fully appreciate just how smart are those buttons down the back of the model to the left. Her yoke and neckline are "Oh, so new, ' y f 3 ' WORK ! ON,htHURRY Lrj; COME GLOOMS- -? ( I'VE FOUND H V MEN t$ $TWk Fit' A FAMILY i) ff" LcJ:::..,& M t THAT'S J t SPOIL WE'LL H I HT STARTVcT L I WtHoPE I DADDY HURRIES UP SO WE CAN START 'EH, fV, GET GLOOM S K-V-- J THEIR srri rdi)K C THEY ARE V 4'- h&?7 - vS!!? --3Lv At this distance, they looked like so many black, lined two-legge-d ants, against the white of the outsnow- - covered Sapphire Lake. McKenzie Joe rubbed his heavy fingers through matted, gray beard. "There ain't nothin' crazier'n a bunch of bushed placer miners," he said at last "Let's clean out that pit and knock off work for the day." "Sure," said Hammond. "Then go down to town and find out how to make a million." He glanced toward the bed of the frozen Big Moose. Great fires burned there, dozens of them, where men, and the few women who had made the galling journey, worked at a dream of fortune. It was tough going now. The gravel must be thawed out Water for panning must come by dog team from the community water hole, cut through the four-fothickness of lake ice. "Well, let 'em work down creek all they want," said Joe. "The real gold's somewhere else. The Big Moose didn't always ride along over against those mountains. It traveled over here somewhere and here's where we'll find the bonan za." "Big as hen's eggs!" Hammond laughed. "Make it a goose; it s just as easy." They returned to wo-- k, finally, to clean out the pit It was a test job the first of dozens, maybe a hundred, which they knew they must sink in their search lor an age-ol- d river bed, long covered by the overburden of erosion. At last with the moosehide bucket raised, they started back toward "town. The days were growing longer. Spring already had arrived in cli mates farther south; summer was on the way. But up here, every thing remained under a burden of white. Hammond glanced far to " IT " 1 . JW&k .JarVlk-- IF. 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