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would have succeeded if it hadn't been

would have succeeded if it hadn't been
for one person.
His clearing out looked very suspi-
cious and they found quite sum Of |,
money on him when he was arrested,
although it was known that he had
been cleaned out before he went away.
He would not tell where he got it Ell /
ther. None of their blessed buainess,"
he told them.
ct may hang you" said a friend, ''if
you don't tell"
Hang it is. then" he replied dog
gedly.
But worst of all was Baptiste Gabri
elle's evidence.
Eyes, by goss! Dat fell, he SCOT
tree fo' time me. Steek his head up
f'om dat stump. See him me soor."
Then Nanny Nolan went out to the
place where Whisky Sanderson had
met his fate. and she found something
too. The bullet that had killed poor
Sanderson had been in terrible hurry
and had gone clean through and
through him.
Nanny Nolan followed up the line
Of sight from the stump across where
Sanderson had fallen and luckily To-
Gated the bullet in a sand knoll 80
yards beyond 1t was case hardened
1886 Winchester bullet.
'Thatsi the bullet that killed him
right enough" unused Nanny, 'but it
\ AL how
some other time" 1t wasn't quite con-
elusive.
Then she found the bullet that had
scorched the leg Of the foremost rider
that day imbedded in his saddle. That
was conclusive.
Then commenced the search for the
rifle itself. There was only one such
rifle owned in Golden, and it had be-
longed to Bulldog Carney.
Now, Carney had been back in Gold
en- after the murder, and he hadn't
taken his rife with him when he went
away with "Lanky" Ball, so he must
have hidden it somewhere. To return
to Golden after killing Sanderson he
would cross the ford at Kicking Horse.
1t was forlorn hope, but she made up
her mind to drag the ford for the rifle.
When Nanny found the rifle where
it had dropped, she knew she had
forged one of the strongest links in
the chain of evidence which fastened
the guilt on Carney.
1t was Nanny, too, who introduced
a new witness to the court in the per
son of Grace Alton. She had come
back from Vancouver in obedience to
Mammy's telegram. Her evidence
was very simple, but effectually clear
ed up the mystery of the money.
81 gave it to him." she said simply,
tto pay his passage home to his moth
er. l told him falsehood; l told him
it was from his mother. He wouldn't
have taken it from me if he had
known the truth, but wanted him to
go home to his mother, who was ask
ing for him every day. We were chill
dren together-Arvil Santley and my
SELF
/ 1t was a revelation to that wild
western life, this sweet, womanly girl
and the man who would rather hang
than compromise her by telling that
. she had given him the money.
, 81 had too bad name" he said
when his friends rounded on him fol
chiyalrous goat.
, Nanny didn't know about the mon
J ey when she sent for Grace. She only
knew that Grace and Santley had me
when Grace was in Golden.
In the face of the new evidence no
much stock was taken in BaptiSte Ga
brielle's saying that Anvil Santley wa
the man who had shot at him. He hat
been too badly frightened to know
what the man who had done the shoot
ing really looked like. Besides, TIL
other man, who had galloped on il
front, swore that it was fair ma
who had shot, while Santley was dark
1t came out that Nanny Nolan wa
Pinkerton detective, and the bushes
of running a restaurant and sellin
whisky on the side was only blinG
Nobody but the major had known thi
before.
After many moons Of anxious tracin
word of Carney came to hand. He wa
at ST. Vincent. just over the horde
| from Manitoba.
| "The extradition law is Slow" muse
] the major; likewise is it uncertain
Now, if we had Carney on this sic
20 the line we could arrest him."
- At this the sergeant, who was STAN
20 ing by, pricked his ears.
. ''It moight be managed, sor."
- Perhaps, perhaps" said the majt
10 reflectively Corporal Ball know
his man. He escorted him out; pc
-, haps he'll escort him back again. VI
~ will need considerable money, for ii
~ long trip" And he wrote out
al fairish sized order.
,,s "Lanky" Ball and the sergeant loca
N ed Carney at a small hotel at st. vi
cent, not stones throw over the lin
10, A little preliminary arrangeme
&c with the hotel keeper. and that mig
as Carney gently slept the sleep of t
., just two figures stole up the mario
do stair which led to his room and silent
bo slipped through the door.
90 How still and dark the room we
bo All, not so dark now, for, like the hea
light of an engine, a bullseye lante