Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-05-31


jumps The tracks guided him
to tree. There the trail was lost beneath a mass
of mprnts of bears feet pointing in all directions
Just then he heard the smoker of man; but could
not for the moment tell whence it came.
Then a voice above him said, Hell! what
chance I've missed If I'd only had rock up here,
l could have smashed your head
Looking up, the sergeant his prisoner peer
ing down at him through the upper branches OF the
claimed he gazed wonderingly upward at the
eering riverman
Smith broke into a laugh and said, 1T
devil of big grizzly. l was sittin' the bank
enjoyn the sun, when see it swnmin' over So
/ made tracks for here an if it hadn't been that
grizzlies amt built for climbin trees, it would have
Come let's get supper" said the policeman
good-naturedly. . All my matches are wet. Have
you any dry ones?"
Sure thing! replied Smith he drew a small
fat bottle from his pocket and held it up. 1t was
filled with matches.
Then we're fixed" commented the policeman
Here's my knife. Get busy with the birds While
gather some frewood.
Though they cooked all the grouse that night.
they saved three for the following days food
After chatting in friendly way for an hour, they
fell asleep opposite sides of the fire. Smith, at
least did Sergeant Gray was only pretending
When that his prisoner was asleep he cautiously
rose made his way into the outer darkness, climbed
suitable tree and spent the rest of the night IN
its branches 1t was the only way he had OF being
in safety while he slept.
- for Smiths expression not conducive to
conversation and the sergeant too had much to
ponder over First, he had to decide how to act IN
regard to the handouts that still on the out
laws ankles They had to be removed, or he could
not travel. To remove them and place them on
his wrists meant in all probability, desperate night,
in which each would stand chance of being killed.
If however, he not fettered, what was to hinder
his escaping? On the other hand, the man was de-
pendent upon him for food; that IS as long as he
possessed the revolver; and that account ne
would not dare to make dash for liberty UNTIL at
least they were nearing abode OF men where
he could count obtaining help OF one KIND or
another. Then there was second problem HOW
was he himself to rest without exposing him.
self to the danger of being murdered while he slept!
The vital thing was the possession OF the revolver
Everything hinged upon that. And the Crisis was
fast approaching
To demonstrate his efficiency with the weapon,
the sergeant aimed at whisky Jack" Tor Canada
jay perched high on neighboring tree, and blew
it into atoms
"Good!" cried Smith with gesture of astonish-
ment.
Come, we must be going" said the sergeant as
inpassively as if he had not heard Smiths ex-
clamation.
Taking the key chain from his belt, he tossed it
to the prisoner and sternly ordered him to remove
the handouts from his feet and place them on his
wrists. The cautious sergeant knew that he must
not do this himself; for if Smith grappled with
him. the outcome would be doubtful 1t he refused
to comply with the latter part OF the order, he
would either be free, or dead from revolver bullet.
The next few minutes would decide at least for the
time being.
Smith caught the key, leaned forward, and took off