The Wenatchee daily world. [volume] (Wenatchee, Wash.) 1905-1971, 1909-03-04

idW duu oEuer mere, ne began abrupt
~. having drawn the young man aside.
Those are my Instructions" said
Burrell, "but they are so vague
well, this camp Is bigger than 1t
was an hour ago. and it amt i'm
proved any In the growth. Yonder
goes the new citizen. He pointed to
the stranger, who had returned to the
steamer for his baggage and was de-
scending the gangplank beneath them,
valise In each hand. Hes a thief
and murderer, and we don't want
him here. Now. it's up to you"
II don't understand" said the lieu
tenant. whereupOn the trader told him
Doret's tale. You and your men were
sent here to keep things peaceable,"
he concluded. land l reckon when
man is too tough for the Canuck police
he is tough enough for you to tackle.
There amt a lock and key in the
camp, and we amt had killing or
stealing In ten years. We'd like to
keep it that way"
"Well. you see, l know nothing Of
that shooting ARRAY. so I doubt II my
authority would permit me to inter
fere," the soldier unused, half to him.
self
Il allowed you were to use your own
Judgment" said the elder man.
$50 l am. l suppose. There is one
chance, Mr.. Gale. If you'll back me up
I'll send him ON down to st. Michaers.
That Is the most l can do"
The lieutenant outlined his plan, and
as he went on the trader nodded ap-
prevail.
The young man gazed back at him
so squarely, his eyes were so pleasant
and friendly, his whole person breath
ed such straight up honesty and fresh
ness that shame arose in the old man,
and he had hard shift to keep his
glance from wavering. Without fore
thought he answered impulsively:
Hes desperate and he's dangerous.
l sold him 45 just now" He was
about to tell him where the man wore
it and to add word concerning his
dexterity with the gun when the very
fearless deliberation of the youth de-
tered him. On second thought Gale
how Meade Burrell would act under
fire. If the soldier emerged scathlesS
it would give him line on his charac.
ter. If he did not-well, that would
be even better.
The crowd was coming back to the
Ie,f~ tot, 10I
few bundles of freight. and there was
no one inside the log post as they en-
tered except Doret and the stranger
who had deposited his baggage at the
rear and was talking with the French.
| man at the bar. At sight of the lieu
tenant he became silent and turned
carelessly. although with distrustful
stare. Burrell wasted no time.
Are you going to locate here? he
began.
Eyes"
81 notice you go skeleton rugged"
the soldier continued. indicating the
mans baggage. Pretty small outfit
for miner. isn't it?''
Its plenty for me-
slave you enough money to buy
your seasons grub?"
81 guess that's my business"
"My orders are to see that all new
corners either have an outfit or are
able to buy one" said Burrell. "Those
that are not equipped properly are to
be sent down river to st. Michael's.
where there is plenty Of everything
and where they will be taken care Of
by the government. Mr.. Gale has ouly
sufficient provisions to winter the men
already in this district"
II can take care Of myself" said tho
man angrily. whether I'm broke or
not, and l don't want any Of your in
reference" He shot a quick glance
at Poleon Doret. but the Frenchman's
face was like wood. and his hand still
held the neck Of the whisky bottle he
had set out for the stranger.
Come" said the officer peremptori-
ly. Il have heard all about you, and
you are not the kind Of citizen we
| want here. but if you have enough
| money for an outfit l can't send you
away. If you haven't
I'm broke" said the man. but at
the note in his voice PoleOn Doret's
muscles frightened, and Burrell, who
also read sinister message in the
tone slid his heavy service revolver
from it's holster beneath his coat
"Give me your gum" he said. ''I'll
unload it and give it back to you ri
the gangplank."
"All right: you've got the upper
| hand" said the man through lips that
had gone white. Drawing his weapon
from beneath his vest he presented 1t
| TO the officer. butt foremost. hammer
underneath. The cylinder reposed nat
urally in the palm Of his hand, and the
| tip Of his forefnger was thrust
through the trigger guard.
| Burrell lowered the barrel Of his re-
volver and put out his left hand for
| the others weapon. Suddenly the
mans wrist jerked, the soldier saw a