Show i Vanished Men ES I a By GEORGE MARSH 0 J THE STORY SO Sir men the trail and sta Later they were report- Murder Is brother of one of the ltd Mounted Police Is followed Into the to change Into a bathing suit wondered how far she could trust her how much really paddled slowly up the shore of the The nose of the boat slid the Dropping her blouse id slacks In the canoe and her rubber stepped out lata the shallow water followed by Walking out to her Lije made a shallow dive and tram revelling in the refreshing coolness of the go so called here with mel I'm afraid to go out I Lise turned i isn't after this i laid stretching on the I we'd brought our But the of the girl were of the rock a hundred feet at the edge of the Had Finlay returned and left a note for And how was she to get Lise waded out and plunged in Swimming in a wide circle she left the water opposite the quartz rock at the edge of the beach and casually walked past Her heart suddenly picked up its beat The corner of an oilskin wrapper was The letter was She rejoined Corinne who this morning I asked Jules If he was going to bring charges against Finlay for murder when he went Do you kno what he can't said it wouldn't be that Finlay would I I'm afraid to stay I'm going to make Felix Blondell take me back with I want to get out of this and you sat Her dark face was suddenly taut and remember what Jules told me about Felix it was And I think he meant He's as hard as When Blondell you sleep with a pistol under the will and I'll use believe you He's vile when he's drunk and you know how they'll He's in a Lise was planning how to get the note At last she had an She took her blouse and slacks from the canoe and releasing the neck band of her bathing suit dropped it around her are you demanded swim suit's not I'm going to spread it on that hot slipped the suit to her stepped got into her slacks and put on the Then she took the suit to the rock and spread it to When Corinne turning her and went to the Lise reached under the rock and hid the wrapped note inside her which was tucked into her On the way back to the post Lise could feel the wrapped note inside her blouse with every stroke of her It comforted Hurrying to her she opened it and back but they've been hunting us so hard that we haven't moved in At least twenty canoes have been combing the shores looking for Wc move only at I can't write what I want to This note might be I can't tell you where I am or meet you Next week look for Pack a bag with clothes and wait for the All will come out if you are brave and I know you I'm still living those last moments on your I love Lise If Blondell comes before you hear from with and always carry your Try to be patient and wait for roy It will be brave I love She threw herself on her bed and cried for sheer He hadn't He loved CHAPTER The yellow orange of a moon that kung above the indigo ridges beyond was The had had arned that the medicine-lodge was stand in front of the great Medicine-Stone In a clearing on a certain It was one of the many where the old sorcerers had evoked the lie set his tent close to de I he go in and i ut and dey not see I say the mob will all be in ont but not near the as they ale their supper in 1 hidden in front but he will not let I cm come said is shy and will not talk if are he added lUl a L SEVENTEEN and half-breed l to laves- rich fur Is to have made a told strike and alms to Keep prospectors they visit rich fur at his mar- the Indians leave their canoes at the we land on the opposite side of the behind the Garry and I wait at the edge of the clearing to back you and up when the trouble are in de bush by big It will be black Dey will not see you but you see and hear said whole show is going to depend on the breaks we Blaise thinks it can be I'm not so but It's worth If it doesn't we're in a We'll never get off that But unless something happens pretty quick we can't last much longer on this admitted Blaise is God help But what a dog-fight it'll be there in the one of the boldest and cleverest ideas I've ever heard said may have trouble justifying it at headquarters but we're committed say it's an But it may lose us our and you close to jobs won't be important if they bury Tonight three are you demanded more may be snuffed out on the Chibougamau The Waswanipi wilderness dozed under the spell of the full August One by dark shapes of canoes crossed a shimmering ribbon of moonlight bound for the island of the Long since and his son had Garry and Red stood on the Finlay was wondering if the plane from the south was anchored to the buoys in front of Isadore's wondering if he would ever again look into Lise dark when Blaise touched him on the We The three men left their rifles in the beached at the foot of a steep bank and worked across the small a whispered be fifty or Where's don't see but he's there somewhere with his He'll talk when the time Near the Medicine-Stone stood the conjuror's tent the muttered isn't I think I see Batoche the bird with the hat pulled over his Isadore mob's all backing up to get whispered anything starts we're too far Inch by inch the two worked nearer to the clearing drenched with Red nudged the man beside passing a silence dropped like a blanket over the The faces of the were turned toward the in the See it Shortly there rose the muffled beating of the conjuror's caribou-hide drum accompanied by a low The shell-rattle Joined in and the beat The listeners in the clearing strained for-ward where they sat Louder crooned the voice of the shaman in a rhythmic chant The sorcerer was a superb His voice ran the gamut of the voices of the night The voice again and the audience sat in awed Then from the tent drifted maniacal Creatures in torment shrieked home and meet his Finlay falls In tore with They learn that Isadore's men with are Several weeks later Use went swimming with her their Demons and fiends and bellowed in a mad cacophony of At last a voice rose through the octaves to a wail which chilled the blood as it died over the moon-bathed forest A silence so tense that It vibrated In the cars like Then a voice startled the cowed A spirit was I come from the spirit places at the call of my I have traveled far from the land the sun My brother's heart is The little children are bewitched by the Evil Eye of the white men and Drive these white strangers from Waswanipi or the women will wail in the tipis of the through the Long Suddenly the painted walls of the medicine-lodge visibly shook and The conjuror was about to invoke another spirit A low cough was cut off short and the skin tipi was again a voice so so penetrating that It tortured the quavered over the It soared thinner and Then it descended to moan and roar like a March drifter on the later to drop lower until it boomed with the sudden thunder of ice split by Then the voice cut high and clear through the I have heard the voice of the who speaks with the split tongue of the It was no spirit who The voice was his He is a false shaman who destroys the young men with the whiskey of i There were startled murmurs of I dissent The voice went white men were sent by the Fathers at Isadore fears them for he has broken the law and given whiskey to the If the white men are the red coats will come and the will be The children are no longer There was no Evil It was the lie of Isadore's servant Why does he not He is here in the He is afraid and is silent for he knows he has Even now Tete-Blanche is here with whiskey to destroy the young The clearing was in a chattering In the murk Finlay and Red waited the outcome with drawn the true spirit has spoken and has Why has not Have his words choked in his Follow me and we shall The old man strode boldly to the Crawling Into it from the rear he dragging a limp rolled the body on its The moonlight shone full on the glazed eyes and the swollen face with protruding tongue of The chief turned to those who had had courage to the lies of have choked The spirit has punished him for speaking with a split Two men pushed through the circle of gaping Indians and bent over the One of with white hair and features knotted with turned to the group and cried in you are was It was the plot of the white They arc here on the Hunt the men who killed shouted was the good spirit that choked the lies in Instantly a milling mass of Indians surrounded There were cries the white answered by was the work of the was a false In the gloom at the edge of the clearing two men with cocked pistols is said doesn't need us Tete-Blanche will soon start to hunt We'd better meet Blaise at the They moved swiftly across the island but Blaise was not at the canoe under the steep Finlay was cold with could have He should be in said follow the shore path nosing for our muttered they reach don't fire we're It will only draw the rest and we've got to get God bless his foxy old It was He snuffed shaman out without a They're moving this way Along the Stand by this path and we'll club with our Don't fire unless they come too We must get Brush snapped up the The hunt had A dry stick broke directly behind Finlay with raised There was a low A hand touched his shoulder- move whispered arc BE |