Thursday A»ril IS. 1937
They had talked together then
and Ellen had been startled by
Benham's apreciatlon of the beau
ties of the north country. Most of
the men she knew were rough,
hardened by the rigorous life.
There had been something almost
poetic in John Benham's under
standing. In ( some intangible
way it seemed that a bond of
friendship, of commoc under
standing between them was born
there at that moment. Now El
len knew that it was love.
For a long time Ellen had stood
there, across the dying campflre
flames, staring at this strange,
still elemental man. Her mind
seethed with truant thoughts,
and words she dare not speak lay
close to her lips. Then one of the
sleeping Indians had stirred,
breaking the spell. She had
moved away. >
"Good-night," she called soft
ly. "Good-night—John Benham."
She shivered a little now at the
memory. The great disappoint
ment at the later turn of events
filled her heart almost to the
bursting point. Here was her
mate . . . the man she loved , ~
and she had so little faith and
understanding that she had be
lieved all the false reports and ly
ing stories about him. She had
insisted on calling the Northwest
Mounted Police ..and ..demanding
Benham's arrest. To be sure,
later events had cleared him of
suspicion and trapped the real
culprit, but she could well under
stand why Benham should hate
her and refuse to listen to her
Time passed, and she was un
conscious of it. She merely sat
and looked out towards a future
which seemed very drab and very
grey and very empty. At length
she heard voices approaching. She
rose and stepped ashore, her face
stony and expressionless.
Whitlow was there with his
prisoner. In the background was
Moosac and John Benham, with
a number of the tribe slinking
"I'm sorry. Miss Mackay,"
Whitlock was saying. "But you
and Moosac will have to return to
the Port in another canoe. I can
not chance your safety by carry
ing you with me and my prison
er. Deteroux is desperate."
Ellen nodded briefly. "Just as
you say, trooper," she answered.
Whitlow stepped up to Deter
oux, a tiny key in his hands. "Let's
see those cuffs, Deteroux," he
said briskly. "I'll see that you
earn your passage with a paddle.
And make no mistake about it.
I'll shoot you dead If you try any
Deteroux shrugged again and
held out his hands. The cuffs fell
The next moment Deteroux ex-
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ploded into one ter
rific back-hand blow swept Whit
low to the ground, half uncon
scious. With a swoop that rivalled
the speed of a diving fish-hawk
Deteroux was upon him. The next
second he was erect again, and in
his hand was Whitlow's revolver.
"Back!" he snarled.
Whirling, he thrust the canoe
out into the lake with a tremen
dous shove, and by a flying leap
settled in the stem of it. Then
he caught up a paddle and sent
the frail craft foaming away.
The paralyzed group behind
him broke into feverish action.
Ben ham raced away up to the
shore to where other canoes were
beached, but already, running like
a deer, old Moosac was leading
him. Whitlow lurched to his feet
and shouted for a rifle.
•SJohn!" cried Ellen, desperate
ly. "John Benham. He'll kill you."
Benham did not hear her. Long
before she could reach him he
was afloat and hurling all his
splendid strength against a pad
dle. His canoe drove out into
the lake with surging eagerness.
But before him was still anoth
er of the birch-bark crafts. In the
stern of it was a hunched brown
figure with wrinkled, seamed
face twisted in a mask of savage
hatred. Old Moosac was launch
ed upon some • strange trail of
With perceptible speed he drew
away from Benham, and closed
in on the fleeing Deteroux. His
ancient cunning- was stronger
than their great strength.
Deteroux leaned on his paddle,
and the power he bent into his
stroke snapped the overstrained
maple, short in his hands. Snarl
ing he whirled, whipping up the
In the same second the canoes
struck, and Moosac lunged out in
a great sprawling leap. A moment
his spread-eagled body hung clear
in the air, and Ellen saw, in the
upraised right hand, a length of
Straight into the centre of that
flying body Deteroux flung a bul
let. But Moosac's desperate lunge
carried him through to his goal.
Ellen saw him crash down upon
Deteroux and saw the glittering
knife rise and fall —rise and fall.
And when it rose the third time
it no longer gleamed in the sun.
Then both men toppled into the
There was a sudden whirl of
foam. A hand appeared—once. In
it a knife still gleamed. Then it
slid slowly from sight. At this mo
ment the straining Benham drove
his canoe surging over the spot.
His right arm shot down into the
water to the shoulder and gripped
something that struggled weakly.
Slowly Benham straightened
and dragged the limp figure of
Moosac over the side of his canoe.
His glance seemed to probe the
placid depth of the lake again
for a moment, then with a ges
ture of resignation, he spun the
canoe about and drove it back
towards the shore.
Moosac was still breathing when
they lifted him gently out, but it
was plain that life was ebbing
swiftly. *He was shot through
the centre of the body.
White-faced, and murmuring
with pity, Ellen cradled the old
Indian's head in her lap, and with
gentle fingers smoothed back his
thin, black, dripping locks.
"Moosac," she murmured brok
enly, "Oh—Moosac how can I
face Qitchle now? What can I tell
Moosac stirred. His eyes open
ed. Strangely enough, he had
heard Ellen's words.
"You may tell her our honour
is clean, now, little gentle-heart.
You may tell her our own Pawn
Eyes, who has been long In the
arms of the Great Spirit, is smil
ing again, for, though Moosac
was old, his hand was cunning
and his arm was strong.
"Many, many summers ago it
was when Pawn Eyes danced and
sang through all the seasons. She
was young and joyous. Her sweet
ness and beauty was that of the
wood violet. Then Deteroux came.
"He, too, was young, and good
to look' upon. Yet even then the
man was evil and his tongue was
forked. And so there came a day
when Pawn Eyes crept home to
us. Her spirit was gone and her
shame like some terrible disease.
And one dark night her spirit
went away to the Great Master.
"Long—long has Moosac wait
ed. But today the trail ended, and
at its ending Moosac's arm was
strong and his aim was true. And
Fawn Eyes is smiling."
Moosac's eyes closed again and
gradually the harsh, savage set
of his features softened into a
look of peace. Tears blinded El
len's eyes and trickled down her
cheeks. They fell moist upon Moo
sac's wrinkled forehead.
Ellen felt a hand upon her
shoulder, powerful yet gentle.
She looked up. John Benham was
bending over her. "He was a brave
man. Miss Mackay," Benham
murmured. "And he shall have a
brave man's grave."
They buried Moosac when the
purple gloom of the forest was
massing in the shadows. Theu
began the flurry of departure.
Tepees were stripped of covering,
implements of the hunt, and
trapping industry were gathered.
Bales of furs unearthed.
Ellen sought John Benham.
She found him at the lake edge
—alone. A single Peterborough
canoe rested on the sands. Ellen's
Dulse leaped, and she looked at
the silent Benham shyly.
Presently Benham cleared his
"I owe you an apology. Miss
Mackay," he said ,a trifle awk
ardl>. "I'm afraid I've acted pret
ty boorishly. But Whitlow told me
of the source from which you and
your father had received certain
—certain misinformation. "
But Ellen shook her head.
"No," she exclaimed. "You owe
me nothing. It is the other way
round. I was the offender. There
are some things in life that sim
ply cannot be. That was one of
them, and I should have had
sense enough to know it, despite
what was told me. I would like
you to know, John Benham. that
I am bitterly sorry for my un
just words and thoughts. And it
is I who apologise fully."
Suddenly she smiled, a gentle,
child-like tremulous smile.
Benham smiled back at her, his
eyes warm and glowing. Ellen laid
her hand in his, while her heart
fluttered and her breath came
fast. But Benham's clasp tighten
ed with spasmodic intensity and
he held her hand Imprisoned.
He laughed—low triumphant.
*E3len," he muttered hueklliy.
Her hands stole upward until
her finger-tips were caressing his
swollen eyes. "I'm sure your poor
eyes would be quickly well again
if you would let me kiss them,
dear," she said softly.
The next moment she was gasp
ing and writhing with exauisite
pain, for Benham's arms were
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crushing her to him, vibrant
withes of steel.
At last the man and woman
stirred and stood slightly apart,
their eyes locked in strange glory.
The lonesome trail was over.
gfrH THE END
| PLEASANT HILL
Miss Vermeil Money, who has
been sick for sometime, was able
to spend this week-end with Miss
Irene Day, of this community.
We are glad that Miss Money is
We were also glad to have Miss
Pauline Rogers back in Sunday
School Sunday. Miss Rogers has
been absent for several Sundays
because of 111 health.
Next Thursday and Friday be
ing the close of the school, there
*lll be a program given at the
school house each night.
Thursday night an operetta will
be given by the lower grades.
Friday night the Bth and 7th
grades will present a play, "Just
Dot." The seventh grade grad
uation will also be Friday night.
At Np Extra Cost!
F. A. Brendle &
Elkin, N. C.
Both programs will begin at 7:30
No admission charges to either
Everyone is urged to attend.
There* was prayer service at the
church Sunday night. The "Hap
py Day," quartet sang several
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