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STORY SO FAR
Although he
ci, him of being np to aom'thlng,
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untd Frayne and hi assistant. Kr
ii to the Anawotto river la eareh ol
trumpeter iwafc Frayn. pays them
Lush to enable Croier, Slade1 partner
Norland Airways to any Lockheed
But while Slade U away the
Tune U stolen. When he itarta out to
Li It. Slade li aided by an eskimo
umed Imanak and by two old proa
ector. Zeke and Mlnty. He return to
rTa.vne tamp, where he learm that
rrayne ha the Lockheed and that an
outcast pilot named Slim Tnmatead la
gvinc tomelhlni out of the country for
aim. But when Slade attempta to ex
imiitt the plane'! cargo he la knocked
BMonicloui by Karnell. Tumitead tavei
kirn bul abandont him later on a de
trird island. Umanak, the eskimo, iue
ceeds in letting a aample of Frayne'i
cargo, which turn! out to be pitchblende,
. t.iiiable aource of power. Now Zeke
and Minty, who found Slade'l plane and
irt guarding It, have been Joined by
the "dying Padre" and hit daughter,
Lynn. Knowing that Slade would not
have left bis plane unguarded, they real
jit that something hat happened to him.
Lynn has gone oS alone in her father
plane to find him.
Now continue with the story.
CHAPTER XVH
A lowering sun and a quick glar.
at her gas gauge told I.ynn that
her cruising had carried her far
ther afield than she had first in
tended. Tired and dispirited, she
set her ship down on a many-armed
lake that met a series of lime
stone ridges on one side and merged
into scattered islets and muskeg on
the other. And after eating and not
ing the thinning light about her she
decided that enough flying had been
done for one day.
So she slept that night in the plane
cabin, as she had done often enough
before. Her sleep, for all her wear!
ness, was both broken and troubled.
When she awakened, in the gray
light of morning, it was oddly like
awakening to a call. She sat up
and looked about, wondering as to
the source of that ghostly summons
She smiled when she heard it re
peated. For what had come to her
over the lake water draped with its
morning mists was the echoing call
of a trumpeter swan.
Lynn quietly opened the cabin
hatch and studied the lake's surface.
A moment later her eyes coasted
the nearer shoreline and through
the scrub spruce she saw a bear
crawl down to the water's edge and
drink.
She thought', at first,' that it was
wounded, its movements were so
slow and uncertain. Then the bear,
with an effort, stood up on its hind
lees. And the staring girl saw it
was not a bear, but a man.
Lynn clambered down from the
plane and hurried ashore. She
coursed over gravel beds and gul
lies and pushed her way through a
tangle of briars, her breath coming
in shorter and shorter gasps as she
ran. She did not call out But
gladness and anxiety swept through
her in interlocking waves as she
hurried on. For even before she
confronted that squatting figure she
knew It was Slade.
She dropped to her knees, in front
of him.
"Alan," she cried.
His gaze remained empty and un
responsive. "It's not a dream, Alan," she
panted as she crowded closer to
him and brushed back the tangle of
hair from his face. She could see
a little of the vacancy go out of his
eyes.
"Lynn?" he mumbled, still in
credulous. "Yes, It's Lynn," she told
him, encircling his ragged body
with her arms. "I've found
you."
Lynn noticed, for the first time,
the gauntness of his tremulous body.
She supported him as he sank to
the ground, where he sat staring at
his worn and battered flyer's boots.
"I lost my knife," he muttered.
"That doesn't count now," she
told him. "There's food and every
thing we need In the plane. But
I'm wondering if you can walk that
far."
He laughed again, less harshly.
"I guess I could still walk a hun
dred miles for a meal," he said as
he once more got to his feet "It's
what I've been doing . . . walking
. . . walking!"
She eased him to the ground,
along a slope of moss-covered rock,
when she reached the lake arm
where the plane was resting. Then
she hurriedly made a fire and
brought canned milk and coffee
from her cabin stores.
He remained as passive as a child
In a hospital ward while she tugged
and turned and rid him of hit tat
tered clothes. She bathed his bruised
body, noting the cuts and scratches,
which she later anointed with witch
hazel. Then she dressed him in
the Padre's denim shirt, which was
too small for him, and In the Padre's
denim overalls, which were too wide
in the waist
"And now," she said, "we've got
to get you looking less like a bear."
He smiled a little as she lathered
his face and bent over him with her
razor.
"How'd you find me?" he asked
as the razor blade scraped clean his
hollowed cheek.
"The swans wakened me," she
said as she scraped. "I might have
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"Yes, It's Lynn," she told
slept on, if it hadn't been for them,
and not seen you."
He blinked down at the plane
wfcjj in the lake cove, surrounded
by its sheltering ridges.
"What is it?" asked Lynn.
"I've got to go back," cried Slade,
struggling to his feet
"Back where?" asked Lynn, star
tled by the look of hate that dark
ened his face.
'To where they're hiding with that
Lockheed. I've got to find Turn
stead and Frayne." His voice shook
with passion. "I've an account to
settle with them."
He told her, briefly, of his cap
ture and abduction, of his escape
from the island, of his loss of
strength as he tried to fight his way
down to the coast.
"And if you hadn't come," he
concluded, "I'd have gone out the
way they wanted me to."
"Then you mustn't go back," she
maintained. "You've faced danger
enough. We know what those men
are now. They'll stop at nothing.
And I don't want you killed."
He shook off her hand and faced
her.
"Who knows .what those men
are?" he demanded.
She told him of Umanak's discov
ery and of the Flying Padre's flight
that brought him to the two embat
tled old sourdoughs from the Kasa
kana. Slade's eyes narrowed as he lis
tened. "Then my hunch wasn't wrong,"
he cried out as his face darkened
with a newer hostility. He looked
at the spruce ridges that stretched
away to the south. Then he looked
at the faded blue wings of the plane.
"Let's get going," he announced
with a brusqueness that brought her
gaze about to his face.
"Not yet," she said, realizing how
remote from her he stood In his
man's world of conflict
"What is it?" he questioned, puz
zled by the intentness with which
she continued to study him.
"If you go back there," she told
him, "it will be like going into bat
tle. It will-"
But he cut her short.
"It'll be battle all right," was the
bark that came from his dry lips.
"We can't tell what will happen,"
she went on. "We can't be sure of
anything. But before we go I want to
be sure of one thing."
"Of what?" he asked, his eyes on
the plane.
But after another look at his gaunt
face, she knew there was no room
for life's subtler hungers in that
tired and broken body of his. And
pride, coming to her rescue, kept
her from answering his question. .
'Let's go," was all she said as
she stooped to gather up her scat
tered possessions.
Slade, at the controls, arrowed
southward with his throttle wide
open. Lynn, from time to time, was
conscious of the grtmness of his
face. Yet she smiled as she realized
that a part of his grimness was
due to the assiduousness with which
he was chewing dried beef as he
flew. He had been hungry, she re
membered, for a long time.
Then he stopped chewing and
scrutinized the country under his
floats. The emptier rock ridges had
given way to more closely watered
terrain, to a region ol lakes and
gtreams interspersed with dolorous
stretches of muskeg and marshland.
"We must be getting there," he
called over his shoulder as a still
larger lake floated under them and
was left behind.
"There should be smoke," Lynn
told him. "Father said a fire would
be kept going."
"Where?" asked Slade.
"Where you left your ship," she
explained, already searching the
blue-misted ridges before her.
But Slade was the first to catch
sight of the far-off plume of signal
smoke. He could sre the gray drift
atove the furred darkness of the
spruce slopes. His jaw hardened as
he changed his course a point or two
and droned down on the many
armed lake that more and more took
on an aspect of familiarity. His
memories of that district clearly
were not palatable ones.
"Where's my plane?" he demand
ed as they dropped lower.
"It should be here," said Lynn,
busy searching the shoreline.
But it was not there. All Slade
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him. "I've fonnd you."
could see, after drifting into the
lake arm between the ridges, was a
ragged old figure with a rifle, watch
ing them as they came. Behind
him burned a huge fire of spruce
boles, sending a drift of smoke up
the air.
"It's Minty," cried Slade as their
pontoons grounded on a gravel bar.
Lynn was the first to clamber down
and hurry ashore.
"Where's Father?" she questioned.
But the ragged old sentinel with
the rifle was watching the long
legged figure with the mooring gear
in its hand.
"So they found you, LIndy," he
exulted. "And you're back in the
nick o' time, son. For there's hell
let loose in these hills."
"Where's Father?" persisted
Lynn.
Minty, finally conscious of her
questioning, inspected her with a
reproving eye.
"He's out scoutin' for you, lady.
And he sure lost sleep wonderin'
what'd happened to you. Where'd
you find this puddle-jumper?"
"That can wait," said Slade.
"What I want is that swan-hunter."
Minty spat and squared his shoul
ders. "Then you've sure come to the
right quarters, son," he asserted.
"For he's barricaded over at that
lake end o' his and he's slingin'
lead at anything that comes within
half a mile o' his hide-out."
"And that flyer of his, Tumstead?"
questioned Slade.
"I ain't seen no flyer," answered
Minty. "And I ain't seen no plane
come and go. What he's tryin' to
do, I'd say. is hold us off until a
plane can swing in and pick him
up."
Slade turned to his ragged old
friend.
"Let me have that rifle," he said.
But Minty promptly backed away.
"Not on your life," he retorted. "I
got use for this old girl."
He pointed toward the widen
ing vista of muskeg country that
stretched away into the north.
"Zeke's out there stalkin' that
swan-hunter's side-kick. And I'm
goin' to help him run down that
human gorilla."
"You mean Karnell?" cried Slade.
"That's Jus' who I mean, Lindy.
The slinkin louse tried to outflank
us in the night. But Zeke's got him
cut off from his camp-mate out
there, dodgin lead like a coyote.
And I'm goin' out to back up my
bunkie."
Even as he spoke the sound of a
repeated rifle shot, thinned by dis
tance, came to them.
"I'll go with you," announced
Slade.
Lynn could see his gaunt face
once more darken with hate. Then
he turned to her.
"Stay here with the plane," he
told her. He pointed to the are.
"And you'd better keep smoke show
ing until the Padre gets back."
She was able to forgive the per
emptory note in his voice as she
moved closer to him. He stopped,
for a moment, to study her face.
But he failed to fathom the source
of her anxiety.
"You'll be safe In the plane," he
told her. "If you're in doubt, or
there's any threat of danger, you
can take off."
"I wasn't thinking about myself,"
she said with reproving quietness.
"Then what's worrying you?" he
asked matter-of-factly.
She caught at his sleeve.
"I don't want you to go, Alan."
His eyes remained preoccupied as
he freed himself.
"Don't worry about me," he said.
"I've got to go."
"But what good will it do?"
"I don't know yet," be retorted.
"But Karnell tried to kill me. And
I'm going to do what I can to round
him up."
She knew enough of frontier life
to realize there were times when
women figured small in men's
scheme of things. And this was
another occasion, she remembered,
when there was no room for tender
ness in life.
"All right" she said, well-schooled
In quick decisions from others. "I'll
be here with the plane. When Fa
ther gets back I'll tell him which
way you went"
She wanted to say more, but she
knew It was useless.
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