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Twenty years later Kupt-rt Holmes Is the lumber in.i ;-mti righting the Independents around hlnj. His daughter, Helen, unknown to him, has brought herself to tils attention by several heroic acts about the camps, rine takes up a flub against the trust and leads the Independents In their defenses against the great Amalgamated whb b seeks to absorb their bard-earned properties. prop-erties. In this Helen Is assisted by Tom Dawson, a young engineer, and her foster father, Dave Dawson. Helen discovers that the trust is not living up to ibelr charter and she proceeds against tliem. The village council resigns to balk her, but she tielps elect another. import Holmes meets his abandoned wi's. Virginia, Vir-ginia, whom he has thought dei.d and le.n'tiM that his own daughter Is tlghUug him. In an attempt to kill Virginia he renders her an Invalid, but she tells the truth about Holmes to Little Hear the Indian In-dian boy. The Amalgamated foment a strike among the Independent camps. In a riot the buildings aro burned. Holmes' agent releases a car of explosive against the independent lumber train, but It Is stopped by the heroic act of Helen. EIGHTH EPISODE Even the shrewdest and ablest men ore occasionally guilty of astounding lapses of Judgment. At least Unit is the only plausible explanation of Rupert Ru-pert Holmes' decision to send his Hon Stephen to Dawsonvllle as nn emissary emis-sary to Helen Dawson, whose friendship friend-ship and co-operation the president of the Amulgumated was desirous of securing. se-curing. He sent for Stephen, who, since his graduation from college, had been employed em-ployed In the company's head olllce In Seattle. "Carruthers writes me that he needs nnother timekeeper on the railway construction work nt DnwHonvllle," Holmes abruptly begun. "How would you like to go down there for a few weeks?" "Great!" Stephen exclaimed enthusiastically. enthus-iastically. "I'm tleud sick of ofllee work, Dawsonvllle, eh? Isn't that the place where Miss Duwson lives the girl who saved my life when the Marathon Mara-thon was wrecked, you know?" "To tell the truth," Bald Holmes, "the reul reason 1 am sending you there Is because I wunt to win over thut Dawson girl to our side. You might offer her a position In the Seattle Seat-tle offices, for I'd like to get her away from Dawsonvllle. Whut do you think about It?" "I'd like nothing better, dad," replied re-plied the young num. "She's u mighty line girl nun 1 leel certain null 1 cun win her ocr to our side." The experiment ended precisely us Rupert Holmes ought to have foreseen thut It would end. Before Stephen hud boon lit Dawsonvllle a day he bad reintroduced himself to Helen; within with-in a fortnight he was 11 regular uud welcome culler at the Dawson home. before a month had passed he found himself desperately In love with Helen Dawson. And she, though not In the least In love with him, liked him for the clean-minded, iilce-iiinniiered boy that he wus. With the coining of the holidays Stephen reluctantly started for Seattle to spend tin 111 with his parents, pa-rents, one evening, us he ami his father WWW seated alone In the library of the great house In Scuttle, Stephen, made confidential by the shaded lights and the crackling lire, suddenly decided decid-ed to take the plunge. "Dad," he begun somewhat hesitantly, hesi-tantly, "I've decided to get murrled." "Yea?" said Holmes carelessly, "and bo U the youtitf wowun you have de cided to honor with your affections?" "Helen Duwson!" was the repjjr. Rupert Holmes sprung to his feet and began nervously to pace the room. "Impossible," he said hoarsely. "Such a thing is utterly out of the question, Stephen." "But why is It out of the question, dad?" the boy persisted. "It's out of the question," Holmes repeated. re-peated. "There's no use in discussing It. It isn't a suitable mutch." "But, dad " his son pleaded. "I don't want to hear another word about it," snapped Holmes, losing his temper. "I was a fool to send you to Dawsonvllle I ought to hnve foreseen whut would come of It. You are uot to return there nfter the holidays. Your mother huB set her heart on n trip to Japan next mouth, but I can't get away, so I want you to go with her. By the time you get buck perhaps you'll have forgotten this nonsense." As the boy flung himself from the room, Holmes dropped heavily Into his chair and stared moodily Into the Are. Bitterly he reproached himself. The worst of It was ho couldn't give his son the true reuson for his objection. One evening, u fortnight after the departure of his wife ami son for the Orient, Holmes wus seated alone In his library when the butler ushered Into the room 11 tall, lean young man, built wiry us a panther, whose copper-colored skin and straight black hair showed unmistakably that he was an Indian. "My mime Is T-Utlc Rear," he began, staring at the lumber magnate with disconcerting intentuess. "I have Mini from Duwsonvllle to tell you thut your wife Is dead. She died yesterday." "My wife?" echoed Holmes. "My wife Is on her way to Japau." "I don't mean the womun that you cnll your wife," said the Indian contemptuously. con-temptuously. "I meun the woman whom you married many yenrs ago Virginia Vir-ginia Holmes, the woman whom you treated so brutally thut she had to run away from you." "You're drunk or crazy, I don't know which," said Holmes roughly. "Where did you heur this cock-and-bull story?" "I heard It from your wife," was the reply. "1 ranched her Just nfter the accident. Bctore she lost consciousness conscious-ness she told me everything. She told nn" that you ure Helen Dawson's fu-ther. fu-ther. She told 111P that it was you who murdered Chief Sleepy Dog, years ago, on the Caltipoola, after cheating him out of his laud." "Who else heard this conversation?" asked Holmes. "No one," was the answer. "We were alone." "Well, what Is it you want of me? I presume that on hue not come here merely to break the news." "I have come to learn what you Intend to do for your daughter,'' said Little Bear quietly, "and what you Intend In-tend to do for me." "How does it concern you?" sneered lloltll'S. "I uu- the son of Chief Sleepy Dog, whom you murdered," was the slern unswer. "The lands which you stole from him belong to me." "And the woman who told these fairy tales Is dead?" laughed Holmes. "Well, unless you wunt to Und yourself In the hands of the point- for blackmail, you'd belter make yourself scarce." The young Indian, stung by the Insolence In-solence of Holmes' tone and momentarily momen-tarily overcome by passion, gathered himself as though about to spring at the lumber magnate. But Holmes, -1 Bcn-ing the danger 4n olcb he stood, Jerk til Ml the drawer rT tne table be-nlde be-nlde wlili h be stood. The next Instant he hud the In... ..11 covered with 1111 au totnntic, "If you're not out of ibis house In thirty seconds. I II put u bullet Into you," he smirled. "Damn your Impudence, Impu-dence, thinking you could blackmail me tinder my own roof. Oct of here now, before I send for the police." The Indian, as regardless of the pistol pis-tol ns though It did not exist, picked up his hat ami moved slowly toward the door At the door he turned. "You cheated my father of his land and murdered blin." he said. "I shall not forget." As the door closed behind him, Holmes sank buck In his chair and wiped the perspiration from his forehead, fore-head, for years of easy living had sapped his courage. So Virginia was dead. Thank heaven for that I But was his secret safe? It would have been wiser, perhaps, If. Instead of angering an-gering the Indian, he had bought his silence. tine evening, not long nfter Little Bear's return from his unsuccessful Interview with Rupert Holmes, n man knocked ut Dave Dawson's door and whined nn appeal for food. "Sure," said Dave. "Come In. I reckon mother here can Und something some-thing for you." The man, a furtive, blenr-eyed fellow, fel-low, whose clothes were In rugs, nte like n famished wolf. At last he pushed back his chair with a sigh of content. "Any chanct of my gcttln' a job 'round here?" he asked. "You might go over and see Mike Morrlssey in the morning," Dave suggested. sug-gested. "Perhaps he can do something for you. Ordinarily you wouldn't have any trouble getting work, but the Holmes crowd have been making a heap of trouble lately for the Independents, Independ-ents, anil they've been laying oft men Instead of hiring 'em." "That ain't Rupert Holmes, by any chnnct, Id It?" asked the stranger. "Him that used to have a camp on the Calnpoola." "The same ninn," snld Dawson. "Do you know him?" "Do I know him?" the man repented with a bitter oath. "I've worn strlpea for twenty years, thanks to him blast his soul ! But never you fenr I'll get even with him some day. lie's a bad actor, is Dollar Holmes. I knew him when he was called 'the River I'lrate,' and the name titled him, too. Thero VI II notlllmr thut hi. W..11LI tti-1: n t to ,...- IMMIIIlip, lll.lt 111; ,.1,1,111 (-11, I. II, ,.' get what he wanted. The timber lands over on the Calnpoola that gave hint his start in life he got by cheating Chief Sleepy Dog." "What do you know about Chief Sleepy Dog?" Interrupted Little Bear, who had been listening to the conversation. conver-sation. "I know a lot about how Holmes cheated him out of his lund," sold the stranger mysteriously. "Sleepy Dog was my father," Little Bear quietly remarked. "Well. I'll be d d!" the man ex- clalined. "So you're the pupoose I used to see Sleepy Dog's squaw toting 'round the camp." He lapsed Into silence. si-lence. After a little time he roused himself from the reverie Into which he hud fallen. "You've trentetl me white," he said, nddresslug himself to Dnwson, "and I'm i.'"in' to tell you something that may Interest you. I tuke It from your tulk that you don't like Rupert Holmes uny better'n I do and, Jod knows, I've got reason enough to hate him. My name Is Dill Jake Dill. Twenty-four Twenty-four years ago 1 was over on the Cula-poola Cula-poola boot-legging. One day Holmes caught me selUu' whisky tv his cuiup. He gave me the cholej' of goln' to Jail or of sllppln' up to the cump of the Klamath lnjlns, which was up the river a piece, tin' gettln' 'em drunk. It ain't hard fer you to guess which I chose. The chief. Sleepy Dog, as away ut the time, an' Holmes' scheme was to get the lnjlns drunk so's he could buy their land. It all worked out Jest as he planned. Holmes bad the transfer papers ready and he paid the bucks fifty dollurs apiece to sign 'em. I was one of the witnesses, ami Holmes' Scotch foreman was the other. oth-er. And when Sleepy Dog came back to find his land gone. Holmes pushed him over the edge of the cliff." "And what did Holmes do for you. Mr. DIM?" asked Helen, who had listened lis-tened with brcuthless attention to the vagrant's story. "He double-crossed me, that's what he done," the man unswerei! bitterly, "He trumped up some charges ugaliist me and railroaded me to prison." "My uncle, Mr. Dawson, will see that you get work of some sort and that you are tuken care of," said Helen. "In return, I wonder If tomorrow you would be willing to make an affidavit to vshiit you huve Just told us'i We have a little score oursehes to MttlO with I Cm ti t Holmes." "I don't know's I'd mind." snld Dill, "not If It would make things hot for Dollar Holmes." The next day, Helen havliiK' telephoned tele-phoned to Big hulls for Clay, the young lawyer who represented the Independent Independ-ent owntrs, Dill's ulllilavlt was duly drawl up in proper form, signed ami sworn to. With this evidence in bis possession, Little l'.eur started the next day for Washington to tell his story to the Indian commissioner and to plend for the restoration of the tribal lands. A fortnight later Helen received a wire, signed by Clay, from Washing-ton. Washing-ton. "As result of Investigation by bureau bu-reau of Indian affairs," It read, "Holmes' purchase of Klamath lands has been found Illegal and the commissioner com-missioner bus ordered them restored to Little Bear uud surviving members of tribe." (.END OF KIOHTH BPUODE |