Show Men afe m By GEORGE MARSH Ca U 1 THE STORY SO Bound for the told men lost their lives on the tied Garrett brother ot one of the and half-breed arrive at as surveyors O- When Blaise had given the Indians the details of the trip to said In are brave men but foolish to come Some night they will find you and you will die in your What can three do against so sets up his medicine tent In the round of the Finlay shall be there to you and I. When the thunder sounds in the skies and the plane comes from the north we shall still be there to Blaise interpreted to the listening I you have heard of the flying canoe that comes from the North-this said the old I have Why docs it in the when the Birds fly after the will Isa-dore have at the It is a great the coming of this canoe of the do you think It demanded can I When it comes only Isadore and go to it in a many men come In this we hid on the Island and One man comes in three one man goes away Red's puzzled eyes met the only way we'll solve this mystery will be to board her when she shows said XV It was soon evident that the big more than sixty miles in with its deep bays and countless was being searched from the mouth of the Waswanipi River to the Quiet Water for the men who menaced Isadore's Almost daily as they lay hidden In the willows and alders of some island or point of shore the man on guard sweeping the lake with his binoculars would pick up a canoe hunting for signs of the camp of the men Isadore and had sworn should never sec Daring no longer to remain within reach of the with the chance of hearing from Finlay had left a letter under the quartz rock on the beach and moved up the By the time they returned from the medicine if they did would be at Brooding over the situation of the desperate girl Finlay drove his nails deep Into his calloused But he was One day in early August they were camped in a maze of islands at the mouth of a deep Garry and Red were asleep in a stand of young spruce with Flame beside them while Blaise kept watch on the By day they always for they knew if their camp was located any attack would come on a black night when it would be easy to approach by For hours through the long afternoon Blaise's binoculars had covered the lake beyond the islands but had picked up no tell-tale flash of a dripping At last he go back and see dat lazy Red He got too moch Crawling back from the thick shore scrub Blaise found his friends snoring peacefully under their cheesecloth But the dog was dat dog chew dat leash and go somewhere and make a Now why he do He is smart dat He smell or hear for Blaise reached for his Lee-Enfield which stood against a glanced at the he carried In a belt holster and left his two sleeping Circling the camp he managed to pick up the dog's lose and find it At last he came out on a mud Over It the unmistakable tracks of Flame led straight to the Two hundred yards away lay another island heavily timbered with scrub birch and Concealed inside the shore brush Blaise stopped to consider the dog swim straight to dat he air It move from dere to here and he smell for The had followed no game into the water for the beach was unmarked except by Flame's feet Something had led him to chew the raw-hide thong and without warning the sleeping reasoned dog could not have been excited or thought them in If he had caught the wind of on the other island he would have waked the sleeping men at for the could wind an Indian at a half Now what was the dog doing over there all this time to keep so I The problem was too for Blaise to solve And he was j Something strange bad I INSTALLMENT FIFTEEN to Murder Is It Is that rich fur has made a told strike and alms to keep prospectors On the way to the Hudson's Bay post they visit Isadore In his palatial meet his wife and Something so unusual that It called for It might Involve their Blaise Brassard determined to Retracing his steps he shouldered the Peterboro hidden near the camp and made his way through the scrub to the mud Then with his rifle across a knee he paddled to the Island and found the tracks of the on a narrow Caching the canoe in the brush Blaise started to follow the dog's trail Into the heart of the He had traveled less than a hundred yards from the shore when he suddenly squatted while his narrowed eyes roved the thick forest growth about Lifting his head his nostrils caught a pungent odor in the Then his gaze fell to the birch shoots in front of Blaise drew the shoots toward him and sniffed at the scalloped edged leaves which glistened as if smeared with he bin dis all de way from de Dat make Flame swim to dis beaver he rubbing his square his swart face wrinkled In thought beaver on dis Slowly the slits of eyes widened as a solution of the mystery began to crystallize In Blaise's active He moved on through the undergrowth found more birch shoots with leaves smeared with the pungent Blaise Brassard determined to from the glands of the widely used by Indians as a game lure at trap-sets and carrying an irresistible appeal to the furred and shaggy owners of fang and are on dis he use dis castor to draw de dog here and kill Den come He get dere he dey smear de beaver castor on All poor Flame smell is de Blaise Brassard was doing some hard Lured by die scent scattered over the low sprouts Flame was already somewhere in the center of the island and probably He would not give him up until he went in there and had a Silently following the trail of beaver castor smeared at intervals on low like a fox stalking wood Blaise worked through the timber into the heart of the At length the timber began to thin out and Blaise reached the edge of a natural What had become of the Hidden in a clump of seedling spruce which commanded a view of the opening Blaise Where were the who had enticed the dog to his Blaise had waited for some minutes in his when he chanced to glance at the sky and notice an eagle circling high above the break in the dat fallar down Blaise got his eye on Is it de Wings the eagle drifted down in wide spirals while the man in the spruce his heart sore knowledge of what the bird's movements meant So it was to poor The eagle was making his last circle preparatory to landing in the with a thin whistle of he wheeled In the air and flapped away over the spruce The cocked covered the center of the scare dat eagle from out was Convinced that Flame lay stiff in death out there In that crushed in a trap or Blaise started to circle the as he he came upon the unmistakable trail ot the dog leading into the and moccasin tracks In soft soil leading away from Isadore's Answering an appeal from Finlay Is It develops that are Mounted Police When Chief tries to help the disguised he Is deserted by his Reckless with wrath and grief for his friend Brassard rose and walked boldly from cover Into the patches of moss and Labrador Halfway across the open space he found what he had Under the heavy drop-log of a dead-fall lay Flame's limp Lured by the irresistible scent of the beaver castor the gallant had followed Its trail directly to Uie With a groan Blaise dropped to his knees beside the dog he had loved from he muttered you do You poor he forget He Brassard was lifting the drop-log of the casing the dog's when he suddenly caught his Dat dog is j His swiftly groping fingers j sought the dog's breast ribs and ex- j his neck and log not break his neck or he gasped In his his heart-it He still De drop-log crack him on de by and knock him ear pressed against the shaggy For Dat old she go Brassard's fingers touched the dog's it Right on do Big lump It hit you on not de back or and de moss save by Because the builders of the trap of logs had been careless In removing the thick carpet of moss on which it the dog's neck and back had not been crushed by the release of the drop-log when he reached the bait of moose meat smeared with beaver Instead he had taken a glancing blow on the skull which had knocked him Blaise took the inert body of his friend Into his arms and laid it on a soft bed of Then the overjoyed man rubbed and kneaded the circulation back into the iron At length the dog's legs 1 twitched and his blood-shot eyes met those of the man for an Instant of The stub of a tail lifted and Shortly the struggled to get to his feet but sank back on the moss where Blaise's hand restrained Take your By it is good to see you Bad crack take on de Blaise stay wid you right here you not so After a space Flame again insisted on getting to his Blaise watched the dog slowly regain his shaking his head In an attempt to clear the mists from his At last Flame's strength began to for he no longer reeled as he walked about Brassard whose roving eyes covered the edges of the When Flame began to shew interest in the smeared bait of the i trap and his nostrils quivered as they caught the seductive aroma Blaise felt that the dog could make I the trip back to the He I picked up his rifle followed by left the 1 As they entered the thick timber J there was a warning rumble from He leaped past the surprised recovered and roared his challenge as bodies catapulted into Blaise's back hurling him headlong to the i As he fell and instinctively rolled from the weight of the men on his j back the halfbreed tore the from its A hand gripping a knife drove past his neck and buried its blade in the Blaise caught the Indian's wrist and with a wrench had the writhing body beneath Clubbing the he bludgeoned the into Leaping to his feet he saw the Injured drive at the second Indian's dodge a knife thrust as the Indian backed then leap again as the reached for the rifle which had slipped from j Brassard's hands when he was struck from the Indian and rolled over and over in the the dog slashing with his long fangs as the other tried to use his With a leap Blaise reached them and the clubbed struck Holding the maddened dog off the stunned Indian Blaise swiftly bound his hands and feet with strips of his and repeated the operation on his compan-ion lying unconscious a few yards I A quick examination proved that the raging Flame had escaped i with a surface cut Picking up his rifle Blaise and the dog started for the I am not to I shoot dose the man I said to the dog at his I shoot dat old we have ten-twenty on our heel before we reach de Dere are plenty across de for You and Blaise now go wake up Red and Garry and start up dc tout dark Crossing the strait with the dog Blaise carried the canoe to the camp and waked his sleeping you fallar sleep pretty hard Flame and me make a little for HE |