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"iffy i|M4 MM rtwr HLuJ g9WmMm\ EH) SEVENTH INSTALLMENT Ellen rose to her feet also. "That need not worry you, Troop er Whitlow." she stated quietly. "I had already made up my mind to return immediately. I will be ready to leave in an hour." Angus Mackay began to object. "But you are weary, lass You—" "I am not nearly as weary as I was." broke in Ellen with a queer smile. "In an hour, trqbper." There was a vast difference in the trip back to Mink Lake for Ellen. Coming out, she had trav elled through a drab, lowering world, in which not one iota of worthiness existed. She had heard nothing, seen less. Her spirits had plumbed the depths and remain ed there. It seemed there was nO brightness, no beauty, no truth in all the universe. Now, however, it was different. The sheen of sunlit water, the whispering incense of the forest, the gay laughter of the birds, all were responded to in kind by a thrilling inner conciousness. Ellen made no further attempt to blind herself to the reason for this change. She knew, and found warm joy in the finding. Ellen Mackay was honest with herself. John Benham was not a half breed! This knowledge rang through her mind like the chiming of some brilliant tongued bell. Over and over the words rhymed, and she clung to them as to something precious and indissoluble. There was a reason for this and that reason, too, Ellen admitted to herself. She loved John Benham. She loved through the ages it seemed. From the first time he had bent those clear, flawless eyes upon her he had taken her heart though she had not realized it until he had turned away from her in the Indian camp and crashed the damning whiskey bottle against a tree. Then she had known, and the knowledge had exacted a bitter ness of thought and feeling that had borne down upon her with a crushing, resisting weight. 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Also available in the familiar Tall Brown Bottle and Cap-Sealed Can. JOS. SCHLITZ if Af MILWAUKEE, BREWING CO. WISCONSIN ■iniimiißiiiii wsmmmm que man in the bow of the canoe on Benham's trail. If he were guilty, then she would battle side by side with him to do what she could to brighten whatever exact ness the law might impose, if he could by some Divine aid, prove his innocence, then she must also be there beside him and ask for giveness for her part in his ac cusation. She never thought that her ut ter change in spirit might be noted by Trooper Whitlow. But he had noted it, and knew that it dated from that moment when he had told 6t John Benham's parents. There were times, now, as he sensed the burbling spirits of the girl, when just the shadow of a grim smile flickered across his eyes. In the stern of the canoe stoic and still of feature, old Moosac looked at her with steady undy ing, dog-like adoration. For two days they pressed northward towards Mink Lake, and the trooper and Moosac pad dled from before dawn until long after dark. Their camps were swiftly and frugally prepared. The policeman and the old Indian ate quick'v, and sought their blankets to combat the weariness of their ceaseless paddling. So it was that Ellen had long hours to herself throufh the day and be side the tiny fire at night in which to think. There were times when these thoughts frightened her, and where, at the start of the trip, she had been consumed with eagerness, now her heart would fail her and she dreaded the mo ment when she must again face John Benham and steel herself to the scorn and reproach his glance would hold. And then, on the morning of the third day, there came an in terruption in their steady pro gress. At a sharp turn of the river they met four heavily-loaded York boards, manned by a mot ley crew of half-breeds and Yel lowknife Indians. Trooper Whit low studied the boats and cargoes keenly and suddenly, just as the last boat was about to pass them he signalled Moosac, and whirled the canoe about in pursuit. At first the boat crews bent to their oars frantically, but when they saw the swift ease with which the feather-like canoe overhauled them, they ceased rowing and crouched back, sullen and angry. Whitlow guided the canoe to the rear boat and stepped aboard with hardly a look at the crew he flung back the taruaplin cover ing the cargo to disclose several small oaken kegs and numerous, cases of bottles. Catching up one of the bottles, he smashed it across the gunwale of the boat and sniffed the shattered rem nant he held in his hand. Then he turned on the crew sternly. "Where did you get this whis key?" he demanded, his voice harsh and uncompromising. Ellen crouched in her canoe, her eyes wide, her heart thunder ing in hsr breast. Moosac's beady orbs were gleaming in ferocious Joy. "Hurry up," snapped the troop er again. "Where did you get this whiskey?" The crew squirmed In their seats and bent a common gaze upon a surly-looking 'breed mem ber. This individual cleared his throat several times before his spirit broke under the boring scrutiny of the policeman. "Dat whiskee—she's John Ben ham's wiskee," he stuttered final ly. Ellen, who had been leaning forward, tense and breathless, sagged back, shaking and heart sick. Something seemed to have snapped within her. She knew now that all along she had been hoping against hope, that John Benham was innocent. But here was proof irrefutable. Then she straightened again. Whitlow was speaking and his words brought precious comfort. "I think you are lying," snap ped the Trooper. Then old Moosac stirred. "I know for sure that he lies," stated the old Indian calmly in his mother tongue. "That man Is Deteroux's man. I have seen them often together. Yes—he lies." "What's that?" Whitlow turn ed on Moosac sharply. "Speak English. I don't understand you." "He says—he says that man is Bernard Deteroux's man," inter rupted Ellen, scarcely able to speak for the sudden tumult which broke within her. "Is that true?" growled Whit low, whirling back on the 'breed. "Tell me the truth or you'll an swer to the law. Speak up." The 'breed paled visibly. But his sullen features grew obstinate. Whitlow stepped closer to him, his fingers working. "Speak up," he growled. "Answer me or I'll mishandle you." Plainly the breed was torn be tween two fears—one of his mas ter, should he speak, the other of this cold-eyed member of a force that even the most ignorant savage in the north knew was in fallible and all-powerful. It was the act that one threat was present while the other was absent which decided him. He gave a grudging nod. "Oui-oui. M'sieu. I am Deter oux's man." "Ah!" Whitlow straightened and found time to flash a trium phant glance at Ellen. Then he turned back on the 'breed again. "Where are you taking this whiskey?" "Down to dat Great Slave Lake," muttered the 'breed. "M'sieu Deteroux, she's meet us then, an' she's head for dat Yel lowknife Revalr." Whitlow nodded. "Land this boat on the beach and have the rest follow suit," he commanded crisply. Guttural orders followed, and the York boats beached side by side. With deft sureness Whitlow examined the cargoes. Only one boat contained whiskey. The other three were loaded with baled furs. Whitlow nodded as though some unspoken conjecture had found substantiation. He pointed at the whiskey. "In the river with it," he com manded. "Every drop." The now thoroughly frightened and subdued 'breed went to work with a will. The bottles were smashed across the gunwale, and the heads of the kegs were pound ed In with a hatchet and their contents poured Into the racing green water. The sweet, strong odor of raw alcohol cut through the air. Whep the last drop of the stuff was gone, and the headless kegs dancing down stream. Whitlow turned to Ellen. His face was glowing with the vindication of a friend. "You see where your evidence Points now, Miss Mackay?" Ellen nodded soberly, but her eyes were brilliant. "You can't guess how happy it makes me," she answered. Whitlow grinned broadly. "I can guess better than you think. There—there, don't blush so. But you owe John Benham a real apology," Ellen's gaze was unwavering. "I intend to give it—fully. "Pine. I knew Benham was clean stuff. But Deteroux, he'll answer, and answer plenty. I promise you. He's been playing a deep game. Under the guise of a Hudson Bay employe he has been robbing the men win trusted him. "Thinking of it now, it was simple enough. His job was to and BO He had legitimate access to every lake and river In P # the Dominion, and no one would question his cargoes except on a long chance like this which he was prepared to gamble on. "He knew the weakness of the Indians. He traded his whiskey to them for their choicest furs. The poorest of the lot he left them to get what they could from your father at Ford Edson "And—and I have heard of your father's dilemma. This evi dent will no doubt give him complete exoneration. I'll see that my version of it gets to Hudson Bay Headquarters." "You are very kind," murmur ed Ellen. "It— it means oo much to father." "I know." nodded Whitlow. "But Deteroux —• the filthy swine! What a rotten game he's been playing. And he knew the poor devils of Indians would not dare to breathe a word of this nefar ious trade, in fear of what the law might do to them. The repu tation of my organization does not always work as it should. Miss Mackay. Well, this much is set tled." He was thoughtful for a mo ment. Then he turned with sparkling eyes. "I'm going to send this ship ment of furs directly to Ford Ed son. Your father can grade them and put down a blanket credit on the books. Then it will be up to him and yourself to see that these starving tribes you have visited are carried through the coming winter with food and proper sup plies. These supplies can be charged out against the fur credit. "And no ''oubt there are other tribes that Deteroux has not been able to reach yet. When he fails to show up they will come slink ing in to the fort with their furs. They won't dare wait too long. What do you think of the scheme?" Continued Next Issue Pocket money is something which a man can seldom keep in his pocket. a lzzf 25 Mips ■J LP TO TBI BALLON k V, HHHiifl | v§ IP l|f Ji Kw t' ■ ' ; §\ m ■ ■ w- ~' ' The new "60" Ford V-8 (illustrated) compartments. WIII jVft IHfe fa the thriftiest car in all Ford history! a red performerl m(Mt 111111 on a of « a8 — cars it bows a bit to the brilliant "85" Ml 11 K I owners report 22 to 27 miles per gal- ForJ in ick and top Bpeed but H■■ lon. And it carries the lowest Ford ym fae at do price m years. j U gt the same. 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The above named defendants in the above entitled special pro ceeding, will take notice that an action entitled as above has been commenced in the Superior Court it Surry County, North Carolina, to sell the lands belonging to the astate of the said deceased, loca ted in Marsh Township, of the aforesaid county, containing 37 acres of land, more or less, to make assets to pay the debts of the said estate, and for the dis tribution of any balance among the said heirs; and each of the above named defendants will fur their take notice that he or she is required to appear within 10 days after the completion of service of this summons by publication be fore the Clerk of the Superior Court of the aforesaid County, at his office in Dobson, North Caro lina, and answer or demur to the petition which has been filed in the office of the said Clerk, or the relief demanded therein will be granted. This the Ist day of March, 1937. P. T. 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