Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-09-06

water ahead That Fish Creek, and We camp
for the night.
nUPRE sat staring moodily into the fire as Somers
boiled a fierce decoction of tea in the copper
kettle; and when kinnaird. filling pipe, tossed him
the plug of tobacco, saying curtly. Have smoke!
the breed worded the thoughts he had been turning
and over in his mind.
By Gar! amt no use you fell's TAX Fort
Nelson. Dat Niche won't come for max charge;
l don do ting His tone changed to wheed-
ling whine. Il got seeck little boy, me. Spose you
let me go on my shack don mind give you nifty
dollars me-.
You hound' the Sergeant exclaimed Do
YOU think were breeds, to take bribef'
Dupres sallow face grew black in his disappointed
anger, and he babbled in foolish sneering, OATS
all got me-s'pose faint 'nough. You max big
mans yourself tax mans pris ner Why you
dom catch de whisky jacks Ell! Dey got plenty
money-dat's why, en-"
bats de trut' Wv Why don Constable somers
chi Cause de head mans, Mayo he got tam fine
girl Chris. An Somers he's max de good wit
dat Chris girl-dats why
feet but Kinnaird's strong arm thrust across his
chest, barred him from the insulting breed.
Let go!' the boy pleaded I'll kill the vile
living anima!'
Leave it to me- the Sergeant answered,
smothered quiet in his tones He reached down
beside his saddle and picked up a CURT, saying
men can't stand too much, even if they are police
men. Pm going to teach you to keep your dirty
tongue between your teeth where white women are
concerned go .
The breed crouched like sullen dog till the whip
sang through the air and stung his back. With
curse he sprang his feet Again it Missed snake
lash bit into his cheek drawing tribute of red blood
Kinnaird threw the quirt down in disgust, saying
YEARLY There, lost my temper! But what IS one
to do!
Encouraged by the cessation of hostilities, Dupre
vented his anger in threats. III max report to
de Major dat you strike de pris ner You get broke
NJ sieu' Sargen! Dem stripe will be strip from
YOU seevel''
Kinnaird laughed and turning to Somers said
That's why l stopped you, boy-though 1T had
be done.
DRESENTLY Dupre handcuhed by his right
wrist to the left wrist of Somers and side by side
thew Law down on the constabe's gray blanket
while Kinnaird stretched himself few feet away
on the other side of the prisoner:
For long time the Sergeant lay staring up into
the night sky. jeweled with millions and millions OF
bue-White diamonds He could hear the steady
slumber breath of the boyish constable, and the
cultural suck of the breeds,-even in sleep he was
like an animal.
Strangely the malicious words of Dupre about
the girl at Stand Off fingered dstastefully in his
mind They were in land barren of women and
sa ws 'H Scandal swept the praes with the
same curious eaping of distances did the Indians
knowledge of far away events w hat II there was
something something klnna1rd slept not the
deep sleep of toiler, but the police sleep OF the
plains which is shattered to wakefulness by the fall
of leaf or the soft slip of a foot.
Slowly a pair of lids lifted from the black snake
eyes of the breed; his sucking breath stilled The
Sergeant's broad chest and fell IN the light OF
the Pickering fire with steady rhythm that told he
asleep
Then the breeds moccasined foot slipped along
the grass and gently gently rolled toward his free
hand faggot of willow. His fingers clutshed
it, and with the gentle pass of juggler he swept
over the sleeper his right and through the loop
of leather pistol belt. With the noiseless stealth
of a lynx creeping slowly inch by inch, he carried
the belt to his side, his bead eyes cleaning with
lurid ferocity in the red light of the dying fire AS