Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1906-06-30
CHAPTER NV.-lContinned.l

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Il am going to make boat for you,
he said. 'and / want hides and threa,
and tallow."
A few weeks back Maurice Frer,
would have laughed at such a sentence
but he had begun now to comprehend
that this escaped convict was not maj
TO be laughed at, and though he detesteC
him for his superiority, he could not but
admit that he was superior.
You can't get more than one hide of
goat, MANI" he said, with an inquiring
tone in his voice-as though it were
just possible that such a marvellous being
as Dawes could get a second hide by
virtue of some secret process known only
to himself.
81 am going to catch other goats at
the pilot station"
But how are you going to get there. "
Float across. Come there is no time
for questioning. Go and cut down some
saplings and let us begin"
The lieutenant master looked at the
convict prisoner with establishment, and
then gave way to the power of knowl-
edge, and did as he was ordered. Be
of poor Nanny, broken into various most
unbutchery fragments was hanging on
the nearest tree and Frere, returning
with as many young saplngs as he could
drag together, found Rufus Dawes en-
gagged in a curious occupation. He had
killed the goat, and, having cut off its
head close under the jaws, and its legs
Mt the knee joint, had extracted the
carcass through slit, which slit he had
now sewed together with strings. This
proceeding gave him rough bag, and
he was busily engaged in filing this bag
with such coarse grass as he could col
lect. Frere observed, also, that the fat
of the animal was carefully preserved,
and the intestines had been placed in
pool of water to soak.
The convict, however, declined to give
information as to what he intended to
do. ITS my own notion" he said. Let
me alone. l may make a failure of it."
Frere, on being pressed by Sylvia, af-
fected to know all about the scheme. He
was CALLED to think that convict brain
should contain a mystery which he could
not share.
On the next day, by Rufus Dawes
Frere cut down some rushes
that grew about a mile from the camp
Ing ground, and brought them in on his
back. This took him nearly half a day
to accomplish. Short rations were be-
ginning to tell upon his physical pow
ers. The convict on the other hand,
trained by a woful experience in the
boats to endurance of hardship, was
slowly recovering his original strength.
What are they forT asked Frere.
IRE sc flung the bundles down.
''To make q float. You are very dull,
Mr. Frere. l am going to swim over to
the pilot station and catch some of those
goats l can get across on the stuffed
skin, but must float them back on the
reeds"
Frere saw that his companion was
cleaning the intestines Of the goat. The
outer membrane having been peeled off,
Rufus Dawes was turning them inside
out. This he did by turning up a short
piece of 1t, as though it were a coat
sleeve, and dipping the turned-up cuff
'uto a pool of water. The weight of the
water, pressing between the cuff and
ths rest of it, bore down a further pcr-
don; and SO, by repeated clippings, the
whole length was turned inside out. The
inner membrane having been scraped
away, there remained fine transparent
tube, which was tightly twisted and set
to dry in the sun.
There is the catgut for the moose"
said Dawes. II learned that trick at
the settlement Now, come here"
Frere, following saw that a fire had
been made between two stones, and that
the kettle was partly sunk in the ground
near it. On approaching the kettle, he
found it full of smooth pebbles.
Take out those stones" said Dawes.
Frere obeyed, and saw at the bottom of
the kettle a quantity of sparkling white
powder, and the sides of the vessel
crusted with the same material.
Whats that?" he asked.
salt"
How did you get it?'
81 filled the kettle with sea water, and
then heating those pebbles red hot in the
FIRE, dropped them into it. We could
have caught the steam in a cloth and
wrung out fresh water, had we wished
TO do So"
Frere burst out in a sudden, fretful
admiration: What fellow you are.
Dawes! What are you'll mean, what
have you been?'
triumphant light came into the 9th.
er's face, and for the instant he seemed
about to reply by some startling revela.
ton. But the light faded, and he check.
ed himself with a gesture of pain.
Il am convict. Never mind what
have been. A sailor, shipbailder. prod
lgal, vagabond-what does it matter
1t won't alter my fate will it?"
IF we get safely back" says Frere
I'm ask for free pardon for you. Yo,
deserve it."
Il don't want favor at your hands
Let us get to work. Bring up the rushe
here, aud tie them with a fishing line
At this instant Sylvia came IN. Goo,
afternoon, Mr.. Dawes. Hard at work
Oh! what's this in the kettle?"
The voice of the child acted like
charm upon Rufus Dawes. He smile
quite cheerfully.
salt. miss. l am going to catch tn
goats with that"
Catch the goats How2 Put It o
their tailsf' she cried merrily.
Goats are fond of salt, and when
ret over TO the pilot station I shall az