Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1909-04-10
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armed him and forced him sullenly
aboard this steamer.

armed him and forced him sullenly
aboard this steamer.
Old Man Gale cared little for thu.
for he had spent his life among such
men, but a. he watched the fellow q
scheme outlined. itself in his head.
Evidently the man dared not 60 far
Their down the river, for there was
nothing save Indian camps and mis-
sion or two this side of st. Michael's,
and at that point there were a court
and many soldiers, where one was liza
BILE to meet the penalty of past mis-
deeds; hence he was probably resolved
to stop here, and, Judging by his rec
ord, he was man Of unsettled con-
victions.
The trader stepped to the door and
seeing Burrell on the deck OF the
steamer, went down toward him. II
was long chance, but the stakes were
big and worth the risk. He had
thought much during the night pre-.
vious-in fact, for many hours-and
the morning had found him still unde
cided, wherefore he took this course.
"Necia tells me that you aim to keep
law and order here" he began abrupt
ly, having drawn the young man aside.
"Those are my instructions" said
Burrell, "but they are so vague
"Well. this camp is bigger than it
was an hour ago, and it amt i'm
proved any in the growth. Yonder
Nm oft $N
the stranger. who had returned to the
steamer for his baggage and was de-
scending the gangplank beneath them,
valise in each hand. Hes 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 I reckon when a
man is too tough for the Canuck police
he is tough enough for you to tackle.
There amt lock and key in the
camp, and we amt had killing or a
stealing in ten years. We'd like to
keep it that way"
"Well, you see, l know nothing of
that shooting ARRAY. so doubt If my
authority would permit me to inter
fere," the soldier unused, half to him.
self.
II allowed you were to use your own
judgment" said the elder man.
$50 am, suppose. There is one
chance, Mr.. Gale. If you'll back me UP
I'll send him on down to st. Michael's
That is the most can do"
The lieutenant outlined his plan, and
prevail.
The young man gazed back at him
80 squarely, his eyes We're so pleasant
and friendly, his whole person breath
cd 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:
"He's desperate and he's dangerous
sold him As 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 elaboration Of the youth de
tered him. On second thought Gal.
yielded to an impulse to wait and SET
how Meade Burrell would act under
fire. If the soldier emerged scathles
it would give him, line on his charac
ter. If he did not-well, that woul,
be even better.
The crowd was coming back to tn
steamer. which had discharged he
few bundles Of freight, and there wa,
no one inside the log post as they en-
tered except Doret and the stranger
who had deposited his baggage at tn,
rear and was talking with the French
man at the bar. At sight of the lieu
tenant he became silent ard turned
carelessly. although with a distrustfu
stare. Burren wasted no time.
care you going to locate here?" h,
began.
Eyes"
II notice you go skeleton rugged
the soldier continued. indicating tn,
mans baggage. pretty small outfl
for miner, isn't it,"
"It's plenty for me.''
"Have you enough money to blu,
your seasons grub?"
II guess that's my business"
"My. orders are to see that all new
corners either have an outfit or ar,
able to buy one" said Burrell "Thos,
that are not equipped properly are t.
be sent down river to st. N1ichaeps
where there is plenty Of everything
and where they will be taken care O
by the government. Mr.. Gale has onl,
sufficient provisions to winter the mel
already in this district"
II can take care Of snyself." said tn,
man angrily, whether I'm broke o.
not, and don't want any Of your in
reference" He shot quick glanc,
at Poleon Doret, but the Frenchman'
face was like wood, and his hand still
held the neck of the whisky bottle h,
had set out for the stranger.
Come" said the officer peremptori
~, II have heard all about you, ant
you are not the kind of citizen W,
want here, but If you have enough
money for an outfit l can't send 70,
away. If you haven't
"I'm broke" said the man, but a
the note in his voice Poleon Doret'.
muscles frightened, and Burrell, VIII,
also read sinister message in tn,
tone, slid his heavy service revolvel