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Show IfKlil i ?saMis,GW to p mountain breed, Lennox. I kept It In my pocket where I could fight for It, at any minute." Cranston had been mistaken, after all, In thinking that in fear of himself Dan would be ai'raid to keep the packet on his person, and would crav-enly crav-enly conceal it in the house. He w ould have been even more surprised to know that Dan had lived in constant hope of meeting Cranston on the ridges, showing him what it contained, and lighting him for it, hands to hands. And even yet, perhaps the day would come when Cranston would know at hist that Snowbird's words, aft or the fight of long ago, were true. The twilight was falling over the snow, so Snowbird and Dan turned to the toil of building a sled. The snow was steel-gray in the moonlight when the little party made their start down the long trail. Their preparations, simple and crude as they were, had taken hours of ceaseless labor on the part of the three. The ax, ils edge dulled by the flame and its handle burned away, had been cooled in the snow, and with one sound arm, Lennox bad driven the hot nails that Snowbird gathered from the ashes of one of the outbuildings. The embers of the house Itself still glowed red in the darkness. Dan had cut the green limbs of the trees and planed them with his nx. The sled had been completed, handles attached for pushing it, and a piece of fence wire fastened with nails as a rope to pull it. The warm maekinaws of both of them as well as the one blanket that Lennox had saved from the fire were wrapped about the old frontiersman's wasted body Dan and Snowbird hoping to keep warm by the exercise of propelling the sled. Except Ex-cept for the dull ax and the half-empty half-empty pistol, their only equipment was a single charred pot for melting snow that Dan had recovered from the ashes of the kitchen. The three had worked almost in silence. . Words didn't help now. They wasted no sorely needed breath. But they did have one minute to talk when they got to the top of the little ridge that had overlooked the house. "We'll travel mostly at night," Dan told them. "We can see In the snow, and by taking our rest In the daytime. CHAPTER II Continued. 19 The thought sobered and hailed her. She glanced once at the dark face of her companion. Dan couldn't under-Kland under-Kland the strange light that suddenly leaped to her eyes. Perhaps she herself her-self couldn't have explained the wave of tenderness that swept over her with no cause except the look In Dan's earnest gray eyes and the lines that cut so deep. Since the world was new, It has been the boast of the boldest of men that they looked their Fate in the face. And this is no mean looking. For fate is a sword from the darkness, a power that reaches out of the mystery, and cannot be classed with sights of human origin. It burns out the eyes of all but the strongest men. Yet Dan was looking at his fate now, and his eyes held straight. They walked together down to the ruined house, and the three of them sat silent while the fire burned red. Then Lennox turned to them with a hnlf-smile. "You're wasting time, you two," he said. "Remember, all our food Is gone. If you start now, and walk hard, maybe may-be you can make it out." "There are several things to do first," Dan answered simply. "I don't know what they are. It Isn't going to be any picnic, Dan. A man can travel only so far without food to keep up his strength, particularly over such ridges as you have to cross. It will be easy to give up and die. It's the test, man ; It's the test." "And what about you?" his daughter daugh-ter asked. "Oh, I'll be all right. Besides it's the only thing that can be done. I can't walk, and you can't carry me on your backs. What else remains? I'll stay here. You can take the pistol, and you'll have a fair chance of getting get-ting through. I'll grub wood for our camp meanwhile, and you can bring help." "And if the wolves come, or If help didn't come in time," Lennox whispered, whis-pered, passion-drawn for the first time, "who would pay what we owe to Cranston?" "But her life counts first of all." "I know it does but mine doesn't count at nil. Believe me, you two. I'm speaking from 'my own desires when I say I don't want to make the fight. Snowbird would never make it through alone. There are the wolves, and maybe Cranston too the worst wolf of all. A woman can't mush across those ridges four days without food, without some one who loves her and forces her on ! Neither can she stay here with me and try to make green branches burn In a fire. She's got three little pistol balls and we'd all die for a whim. Oh, please, please " But Dan leaped for his hand with glowing-eyes. "Listen, man!" he cried. "I know another way yet. I know more than one way ; but one, If we've 1 got the strength, is almost sure. There is an ax in the kitchen, and the blade will still be good." "Likely dulled with the fire" "I'll cut a limb with my jackknife for the handle. There will be nails In the ashes, plenty of them. We'll make a rude sledge, and we'll get you out too." Lennox seemed to be studying his wasted hands. "It's a chance, but it isn't worth It," he said at last. "You'll have fight enough without tugging at a heavy sled. It will take all night when the sun Is bright and warm, we can save our strength. We won't have to keep such big fires then and at night our exertion will keep us as warm as we can hope for. Getting up all night to cut green wood with this dull ax In the snow would break us to pieces very soon, for remember that we haven't any food. I know how to build a fire even In the snow especially es-pecially if I can find the dead, dry heart of a rotten log but -It Isn't any fun to keep It going with green wood. We don't want to have to spend any more of our "strength stripping off wet bark and hacking at saplings than we can help ; and that means we'd better do our resting In the heat of the day. After all, it's a fight against starvation starva-tion more than anything else." "Just think," the girl told them, reproaching re-proaching herself, "if I had shot straight at that wolf today, we could have gone back and got his body. It might have carried us through." Neither of the others as much as looked surprised at these amazing regrets re-grets over the lost, unsavory flesh of a wolf. They were up against realities, reali-ties, and they didn't mince words. Dan smiled at her gently, and his great shoulder leaned against the traces. stay here and I'll scrape together enough wood to keep a fire. Then you can bring help." He kept his ej'es averted when he talked. He was afraid for Dan to see them, knowing that he could read the lie in them. "HowT do you expect to find wood In this snow?" Dan asked him. "It will take four days to get out ; do you think you could lie here and battle with a fire for four days, and then four days more that it will take to come back? You'd have two choices: to burn green wood- that I'd cut for you before I left, or the rain-soaked dead-wood dead-wood under the snow. You couldn't keep either one of them burning, and you'd die in a night. Besides this Is no time for an unarmed man to be alone in the hills." Lennox's voice grew pleading. "Be sensible, Dan!" he cried. "That' Cranston's got us, and got us right. I've only one thing more I care about and that is that you pay the debt ! I can't hope to get out myself. I say that I can't even hope to. But if you bring my daughter through and when spring comes, pay what we owe to Cranston I'll be content. Heavens, son I've lived my life. The old pack leader dies wheu his time comes, and so does a man." His daughter crept to him and sheltered shel-tered his gray head against her breast. "I'll stay with you, then." she cried. "Don't be a little fool, Snowbird," he urged. "My clothes are wet already al-ready from the melted snow. It's too long a way It will be too hard a fight, and children I'm old and tired out. I don't want to make the try hunger and cold; nnd'even If you'd stay here and grub wood, Snowbird, they'd find us both dead when they came back In a week. We can't live without food, and work and keep warm and there isn't a living creature in 'the hills." "Except the wolves," Dan reminded him. "Except the wolves," Lennox echoed. "Remember, we're unarmed and they'd find it out. You're young, Snowbird, and so Is Dan and you two will be happy. I know how things are, you two more than you know yourselves and in the end you'll be happy. But me I'm too tired to make the try. I don't care about it enough. I'm going to wave you pond-by, pond-by, and smile, and lie here and let the cold cc-rne down. Y'ou feel warm in a little while " But she stopped h!s lips with her Land. And he bent and kissed it. "If unybody's going to stay with you," Dan told them In a clear, firm voice, "it's going to be me. But aren't any of the cabins occupied?" "Y'otl know they aren't," Lennox answered an-swered "Not even the houses beyond the North Fork, even If we could get across. The nearest help Is over seventy sev-enty miles." "And Snowbird, think! Haven't any supplies been left In the ranger station?" sta-tion?" "Not one tulng," the girl told him. Ton know Cranston and his crowd robbed tle place last winter. And Hie telephone lines were disconnected Then the rangers left." "TbPD the only way Is fur mo to They moved through a dead world. The ever-present manifestations of wild life that had been such a delight to Dan in the summer and fall were quite lacking now. The snow was trackless. Once they thought they saw a snowshoe rabbit, a strange shadow on the snow, but he was too far away for Snowbird to risk a pistol pis-tol shot. The pound or two of flesh would be sorely needed before the journey was over, but the pistol cartridges car-tridges might be needed still more, she didn't let her mind rest on certain possibilities wherein they might be needed. Such thoughts stole the courage cour-age from the spirit, and courage was essential beyond all things else to bring them through. As the dawn came out, they all stood still and listened to the wolf pack, singing on the ridge somewhere behind them. It was a large pack. They couldn't make out individual voices neither the more shrill cry of the females, the yapping of the cubs, or the low, clear G-helow-middle-C note of the males. "If they should cross our tracks " Lennox suggested. "No use worrying about that now not until we come to It," Dan told him. The morning broke, the sun rose bright in a clear sky. But still they trudged on. In spite of the fact that the sled was heavy and broke through the snow-crust as they tugged at It, they had made good time since their departure. But now every step was a pronounced effort. It was the dreadful dread-ful beginning of fatigue that only food and warmth and rest could rectify. (TO BK CONTINUED.) "The Thing Bert Cranston Burned the House Down to Destroy." to build it, and it would cut down your chances of getting out by pretty near half. Remember the ridges, Dan" "But we'll climb every ridge besides, be-sides, its a slow, down grade most of the way. Snowbird tell him he must do it." Snowbird told him overpowering him with her enthusiasm. And Dan shook his shoulders with rough hands. "You're hurting, boy '" Lennox warned. "I'm a bag of broken hones." "I'll tote you down there If I have to tie you in," Dan Failing replied. "Before, I've bowed to your will; hut this time you have to bow to mine. I'm not going to let you stay here and die, no matter If you beg on your knees! It's the test and I'm going to bring you through." He meant what he said. If mortal strength and sinew could survive such a test, he would succeed. There was nothing in these words to suggest the physical weakling that both of them had known a few months before. The eyes were earnest, the dark face in-tunt, in-tunt, the determined voice did not waver at all. "Dan Falling speaks!" Lennox replied re-plied with glowing eyes. He was recalling re-calling another Dan Failing of the dead years, a boyhood hero, and his remembered voice had never been more determined, more maslurful than this he had just heard. "And Cranston didn't get his purpose, pur-pose, after all." To prove his words, Dan thrust his hand Into his inner coat pocket. lie drew forth a little, flat package, half as thick as a pack of cards. He held it up for them to see. "The thing Bert Cranston burned the house down to destroy," he explained. ex-plained. "I'm learning to know this |