The Whitefish pilot. [volume] (Whitefish, Mont.) 1904-current, 1910-11-17
CHAPTER XII.

CHAPTER XI.
III LYDE! You mean Fraser
Frobisher, should say"
H. gasped Boyd to the reporter.
~ mo. sir. Alton Clyde! He
was pretty talkative the night I saw
him." The reporter laughed meaning.
~.
Drunk, do you mean?'
"Oh, not exactly drunk, but pretty
wet. He knew what he was saying,
however. Can't you give me some
thing more?" s4..
Nothing" Boyd hurried to his hotel.
prey to mingled anger and contrition.
So Fraser had told the truth, after all,
and with a kind of sullen loyalty had
chosen to remain under cloud himself
rather than inform on friend. 1t was
quite in keeping with the fellows Pc
culiar temperament. As 1t happened.
Boyd found the two men together and
lost no time in acquainting them with
! his discovery.
Give come to apologize to you" he
said to Fraser, who grinned broadly
and was seized with sudden abash-
ment which stilled his tongue. Elmer
son turned to Clyde. "Why did you
! permit me to do this injustice?'
81 didn't mean to give out any
secrets--I don't remember doing it,"
| Alton apologized lamely. You know
l can't drink much. l don't remember
a thing about it, honestly" Boyd re-
garded him coldly, but the young
mans penitence seemed so genuine he
looked so weak, so pitifully incompe-
tent. that the other lacked heart to
, chastise him 1t requires resistance to
develop heat, and against the absence
of character it is impossible to create
any sort of emotion.
When you got drunk that night you
not only worked great hardship on
ali of us, but afterward you allowed
me to miSjudge very faithful man.
declared Boyd. "If you can't keep a
close mouth and do as you are told
you'd better go back to Chicago"
Don't climb any higher" admon-
ished "Fingerless" Fraser. Hes all
f1utfed up now. ri lay you 8 to 1 he
|
| mo; l was so com-cussed-p letely
picked that forgot I even spoke
about the salmon canning business. I'll
break my corkscrew and seal my flask.
and from this moment until we come
out next fall the demon rum and are
divorced. Is that good news"
Everything is joke to you. isn't
| cofd k,,{
make man Of you. you'll never grow
up"
AS II billiards conversion had mark
ed the turning point Of their luck. the
partners now entered upon period OF
almost uninterrupted success. Boyd
signed his charter. securing a tramp
steamer then discharging at Tacoma
Bait closed his contracts for Chinese
labor. and the scattered carloads of
material which had been lost en- route
or mysteriously laid out on sidings be-
gan to come In as If Of their own &C.
cord
A brigade of orientals and a NINA
ture army of fishermen had appeared
as IL by magic and were quartered in
|
shipment. At the dock one throbbing
April evening the Bedford Castle
berthed, ready to receive her cargo.
and the two men made their way to.
ward their hotel. weary. but glowing
with the grateful sense Of an arduOus
duty we'll performed. The following
morning would find the wharf swarm
ing with stevedores and echoing to the
rattle Of trucks, the clank Of HOSTS
and the shrill whistles Of the signal
men.
Looks like they couldn't stop us
now." said Bait.
ut does" agreed Emerson. I'VE
ought to clear in four days-that'n be
the 18TH"
ut smells like an early spring, too"
the fisherman observed, smiling the air.
IF it is Wen be in Kalvik the first
week in May"
"I'm OF to tell Cherry" said Boyd.
His course took him past billiards
bank, and when abreast of it he nearly
collided with a man who came hurry.
ing forth. In the well groomed, fiery
haired. plump figured man Emerson
recognized the manager Of the North
American Packers association.
Good evening. Mr.. Marsh
Marsh whirled about. "Eh2 All!
Why. yes, IT'S Emerson"
Marsh informed Boyd Of the anger
Of Mildred's father at his canning en-
terprise and also that Mildred and
Mr. Wayland were to visit E0lvf., IN