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14th INSTALMENT “What 314^ou hear, Bud?” Speed spoke-Ww to prevent his voice from carrying to Pete, indoors. It was before dawn of the second morning. Maitland told him. "Do you reckon we're both bearin' things?” Speed mut tered. “It listened to me more like a louder sound way off. An echo of gunfire. , Or else froze trees snapping in the thaw.” Motionless, they listened again. The silence of the sha dowed chasm mocked them. Speed stirred abruptly. “You stay here, Bud, and watch with Pete. I may be gone awhile, but keep that cliff covered irith the rifle. I’ll call you when I come back round it.” Speed’s reconnaisance took him over a wider range than he had expected. When he paused, halfway down a lofty slope, it was to survey a long and unobstructed view of white headlands, shining in the r dawn. In the center of one of j the ravines, about two miles away, a pair of dark moving l specks came into view. They l^were men; one of them carried what might be a rifle. Very slowly, so as not to be •tray himself by a quick raove 'ment, he sank in the snow. The advantage of view was in his favOr, since he looked down on them from above, j They were too far to be re cognized as anything but men, but the image of Fallon had somehow leaped into hid mind's eye at the first dim glimpse of them. He lay along the base of a boulder, raising his head just high enough to bring the fig ures into view. He fired the gun once, at random in their direction, and immediately cov ered it to prevent even a wisp of smoke from showing. They kept moving for an in terval before the sound reach ed their ears. They stopped, as he had expected. But in stead of looking up in his gen ,.erel direction, they turned to stare the other way. Yet, in spite of the advan tage this gave him for observa tion, some vague and nameless instinct made him sink back out of sight between the boul der and snow trough. This wary sense did not leave him; but after lying hidden some thirty seconds, he looked over the. rim again. Strange to say, the two figure^ had vanished. Slowly he rose * into clear view by the boulder, to tempt them to declare themselves with a bullet. The shot that did come was an utter and confounding sur prise. The roar of it burst in his ears from directly behind him! He dropped back instant ly into his shelter. The bullet had flattened against the in ner side of the boulder right next to his arm, in the, same flash of time as the gun’s r'oar. This marksman was not more than a hundred yards away. inothing showed behind him, either. He waited for a gun muzzle to show; for some tre mor, however slight, in the snow above. Why didn’t the fellow shoot? His ear, close to the snow, detected the crunch of running feet, receding from him. He jumped up and ran to the near-by point from which the shot had seemed to come. There he found a hollow in the snow where the sniper had lain con cealed, and the marks of his feet leading up from below to this depression, and running j aWay from it. The fugitive Was headed for the cabin and had left a moccasin track! | f There was a spreading dark pink stain in the snow where !he had hidden, and a blood, trail all along his course! .' A wild scramble along can n brinks and ledges brought to the head of the jackpine Ich, and the absence of a od trace in it assured him that he had arrived in time. I Maitland stood waiting withj ;he carbine and with Fete close >y. He motioned them to back $ close to the cliff, in silence, phey had caught the alarm of be shots, but had no notion »f what was about to happen. After a still wait," a voice ipoke abruptly from around he cliff and close at hand—a msky L broken voice. "Don’t .tt said weakly. ‘Ufa your game. I’m out of shells.” Along the cliff wall and in to view, covered by Speed’s guns, a fur-clad and mocca sioned figure groped its way, twisted with agony. Maitland recognized at a glance the man who had held them up at their winter camp. He held a revolver in ms right hand. The other hand clutched at his side, and drip ped blood. When he raised his head and looked at them, his eyes changed strangely from the look of a fighting animal brought to bay, to an expres sion of wild astonishment. “Pete!” he murmured, al most under his breath. “How did they find this?” “They found your lead dog on the lakes,” said Pete. “It brought us here.” The deepening wonder in hig face was a thing to see. “The dog!” he muttered hus kily. There was a choking in his throat like a chuckle—it became a desperate, blood chilling, mortally exhausted laugh. “We’ve won now, kid!” he chortled in a hard elation “Beat the game with—a damn —Siwash!” When they would have caught him, he waved them off again. “Get this—Pete,” he mumbled thfckly. “Somethin’ else—I’ve got to tell ye, kid. And I will. But give me time —'but first—get this. The gold is—” He lost his voice and found it by sheer force of will —“I saw it—just now. Two men—in the—gulch. In bright snow—” His voice ebbed from him. His discolored and rack ed face turned gray with a deathly pallor of weakness and stupefaction at the failure of his tongue and his brain to answer his will. “The gold—!” With an agonized, astonish ed curse at his defeat, he slumped, held rigid an instant against the wall, and then with a slow, lurching slide, sank down. Speed, who had taken a step to break his fall, caught him, and leaned over the still body. “He told the truth about his last shell,” Speed mused aloud. “He was tryin’ to reach the ca bin and his shells for a last stand. But he saw our markB in the gulch. Who did he think It was at first? And where did he get that wound?” The tWo men in the gulch he spoke of—” said Maitland. “It’s what I was wonderin’. I saw them, too. About four miles off, from here. He must have dodged ’em. But they’ll pick up his blood trail. In half an hour from now, they’ll—” Here Speed unaccountably broke off short, spun about with a gun drawn, and in a flash had leaped round the nar row cliff ledge out of Mait land’s sight. “Hands up!” he shouted, “or I blast you into the canyon. Throw that gun down!” A man with his arms raised came around the cliff ledge by which Dalton had approach ed so short a time before. Maitland was too confounded to utter a sound. He wore the uniform of the Mounted Police. There are no braver men than the Canadian Northwest Mounted, but they are neither immortal nor impervious to the menace of .46 six-shoot ers at blank range. Speed emptied the mounty’s holster and kicked the gun be hind him into the snow. “This only makes it worse for you,” said the officer. “I demand that you and your partner surrender to arrest.” Here was jufct the vjicious turn of fate that Speed had feared, with an extra twist to make it worse. After evading the suspicion of Cathcart, who had mistaken Dalton for a Si wash, were they now, by a cli max of irony, to be charged with the murder of Dalton himself? “This looks compromisin', I’ll concede,” he said. “But you boyis is on the wrong track. While you’re stalkin us, the real game is likely beatin’ to cover. There's two more men in these mountains and they’re, worth trailin’.” “Where did you see them?” the officer asked, without be lief . Speed pointed his gun. “Four miles that way.” “You saw me and an officer who trailed with me, perhapa, though we didn’t come from that direction. You've got our distance and bearings twisted. If you have a hope of setting us on a false trail, you can drop it. The game’s up for both of you. Should you refuse to re turn our guns and have hoard the warrant, you’ll be hunted down to a finish.” i Speed picked up the police ! revolvers, emptied them and ! threw them into the chasm. !“It’s a difference of opinion j that makes gamblin’,” he said. “Get me two lengths of raw hide, Bud.” The revest brought Mait land out of a trance. “Don’t do it, Speed,” he said quickly. “Let the Law straighten this out. Investigations will clear us of what they suspect.” “You’ve got delusions about the Law, Bud. I can’t argue with you. I ain’t got no words but a low-down gambler’s lin go, and it don’t just fit with what I’m tryin’ to show. But I’ve got a hunch, and I’m askin’ you now, if ever you trusted a pardner’s word to take mine when I say you ain’t fixed to deal with the law. Later maybe —not now.” Maitland was moved by the appeal, but not by its logic. His eyes were wet when he spoke. “We’ve reached that junction, Speed, you once talk of. God knows I’ll never have a truer partner. You know if this charge were made against you alone, and there was no other way out than the one you say, I’d travel any road to help you. But to escape by using force against the police isn’t just a crime that would outlaw us for life; it’s a needless crime. We’d be giving them the real case against us that they haven’t got. That isn’t all. We couldn’t take Pete ov er that route, and I can’t leave her to face this alone.” 'Pete would have spoken, but Speed’s brooding look at her checked the words. “How do you figure it?” “I don’t know,” said Pete,, unhappily. “I feel that Bud’s right though when he says you’d give^the Law a-case.” “You’re an ornery young pair of cubs," Speed mutter ed. .. . “Reckon you can’t help it, coming from where you do. Now it’s the same junction, turned backwards, and I can be just as damned ornery.” He pressed back the gun hammers, tensely watched by the police officer who had fol lowed his argument with a fateful interest. Speed’s eyes, however, strayed to a long pendent spruce cone on a tree near the ledge. Without aim ing, he fired. The cone foL, clipped from the branch, and before it reached the snow, four quick bullets had brok en it to fragments. The re maining shells blazed at these pieces as they spun down the slope. j The outlaw waited, listening till the last echo died out of the canyon. Slowly then, he look ed at the guns, and rubbed a spot from one of the clean blue barrels. They were still smoking when he handed them to the police officer. “Well, go ahead and read your warrent about our sup posed shootin’ of this man,” said Speed, indicating Dalton’s body. “We have a warrant for your arrest,” said the mounty, “but not for killing that man. Since you’ve surrendered, I want you to understand that we don’t railroad men, or even arrest them on merely pre sumptive charges. We had a brush with this fugitive—” nodding toward Dalton, “down the creek. It's more than pos sible he was wounded by one our guns. The inquest will show. My warrant is to ar rest you and your partner for the murder of a Siwash on Lake Lebarge, on or about the twentieth of last November. The native’s body was disposed of through a hole in the ice, and has been recovered since the thaw.” Speed’s eyes sought those of his parter and Pete, who look ed dumbfounded. “Your own warrant?” he de manded. “Mine would be * sufficient. This one happens to be signed by Cathcart of the Mounted Polipe ” v “Well, I’m a son of *-!” Speed mumbled to thfcrUollow chasm with a note of’doom. At the same moment, a clat ter in the jackpine gulch swung their attention to that quarter. In these echoing sur prises they had completely for gotten Rusty. Now a slinking wolfish head nosed round the cliff and cowered back at sight of the fallen body. From be hind the cliff, the strident, ex cited, harshly familiar voice of Corporal Cathcart twanged like .an untuned banjo: “Get thig malamute, Burke. It’s the "wolf” that gave us the blood trail. The Siwash’s lead dog!” It did not take the Mounties long to get things in shape for the trip down to headquarters. Pete was delegated to serve breakfast while the officers disposed of Dalton’s body in a crude grave near the moun tain hideout. At last they started, Speed, closely guard ed, gave them no cause for concern. He was meeting the law unafraid. (Continued Next Week) STATE’S ELECTRIC CHAIR WILL SOON BE JUNKED Raleigh, May 2.—The doom of the 25-year old electric chair at the Central Prison was sealed yesterday when the Senate voted unanimously to substitute lethal gas as the me thod of carrying out the death penalty imposed in capital cases. Not a single dissenting voice was lifted, not a vote cast against the measure, which al ready had passed the House. The Senate, however, did amend the bill, introduced by Representative Charles A. Pet erson, Mitchel County physi cian and popular member of the Republican delegation in the House, to make sure that the men now under sentence of death, those convicted between now and July 1 and those con victed after that date of crimes committed prior to that date, would be subject to the old penalty of death by electri city. We have our own idea of a man who wants to be, always and precisely, mathematically correct. ARB YOU COLOR BLIND? An ingenious color chart de vised by a distinguished scien tist is printed in many colors in the American Weekly, the big- magazine- which comes with the BALTIMORE AMER ICAN, issue of May 19. An unusual feature. Don’t miss it. Your favorite newsdealer or newsboy has your copy.—Adv. CO-OPS TO STAGE THIRD ANNUAL COTTON BALL Raleigh, May 7.—Ellison D. 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Miss Patterson is one of the 200 so cially prominent young ladies who have been invited to spon sor the Cotton Ball. “Looks like young Smith is following in the footsteps of his dad,” remarked an official of the cotton ball, as he point ed out that the keen interest Senator Smith has shown in the welfare of the cotton farm er has won for him tbs sobri quet of “Cotton Ed.” The Cot ton Ball is being staged in con junction with the celebration [ . 1 of National Cotton Week through the cooperation of a number of agencies interested in stimulating an increased use of cotton. Although all of the sponsors are North Carolinians, a num ber of the marshals are from out of the State and a check-up shows that young men from New York City, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Atlanta, Washing ton, Richmond, Columbia, Memphis and other out-of-state cities will attend as marshals. 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