The Whitefish pilot. [volume] (Whitefish, Mont.) 1904-current, 1910-12-15

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1--WE CAN GET HIM TONIGHT IF YOU SAY So"
had not George Balt's heavy step
big fellow entered.
"What did you find at the traps?"
asked Emerson eagerly.
"Nothing." George spoke shortly.
''The fish struck in this morning, but
our trap is corked." He wrenched off
his rubber boots and flung them saw
sgely under bench.
"What luck with the boats?"
'Not much. Marsh's men are trying
to surround our gill meters, and we
amt got enough boats to protect our
selves" He looked up meaningly from
under his heavy brOws and inquired,
How much longer are we going to
stand for this?"
"What do you mean? I've got men
out hunting for new hands,"
"You know what I mean," the giant
rumbled, his red eyes flaming. "You
and l can get Willis Marsh"
Emerson shot a quick glance at Fra
ser, who was staring fixedly at Big
George.
''He's got us right enough, and it's
bound to come to killing some day,
so the sooner the BETTER" the fisher
man ran on. 1--WE can get him tonight
if you say so. Are you in on it?''
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the others followed him with anxious
eyes. Inside the room a deathlike ST.
lence settled.
Moreover, Mildred Wayland was soon
to arrive-the yacht was expected
daily-and she would find him fail
that Marsh had vanquished him. She
would turn elsewhere-perhaps to the
very man who had cOntrived his un-
doing. At thought of this a sort of
desperation seemed to master him; he
began to mutter aloud.
"What did you say?" queried Bait.
| II said that you are right The time
is close at hand for some sort Of
reckoning" answered Boyd in a harsh,
strained voice.
"Good!'
Emerson was upon the point of turn
ing when his eyes fell upon a picture
that made him start, then gaze more
intently. Out upon the placid waters,
abreast of the plant, the launch in
which Cherry had departed was APP
preaching, and it was loaded down
with men. Not only were they crowd
ed upon the craft itself, but trailing
behind it like the tail of kite was Il
long line of canoes, and these also
were peopled.
"Look yonder!' cried Boyd.
"WhatY'
CHERRY has got-a crew. His voice
broke, and he bolted toward the door
as Big George leaped to the window.
"Injuns!" wildly shouted the giant
and without stopping to stamp his feet
after Boyd and Fraser. Together the
three nlen reached the dock in time to
help Cherry up the ladder.
=. "What does this mean?' Boyd asked
her breathlessly. Twill these fellows
work?'
''rhat's what they're here for" said
the girl. After her swarmed crowd
of slant eyed, copper hued Aleuts
Those in the kyaks astern cast off and
padded toward the beach.
1--WE got fifty men, the best on the
river. tried to get more, but-there
aren't any more"
"Fingerless" Fraser slapped himself
resoundingly upon the thigh aud ex
ploded profanely. Boyd seized thu
girls hands in his and wrung them.
"Cherry, you're treasure" Thu
memory of his desperate resolution OF
moment before swept over him sud
denly and his voice trembled with {
great thankfulnesS.
"Don't thank me" Cherry ex
claimed. at was more Constantine's
work than mine."
"But don't understand. These ar,
Marsh's men,"
ITO be sure, but was good to then
when they were hungry last winter
and l prevailed upon them to come
They aren't very good fishermen
They're awful lazy and they won
work half as hard as white men, bu
/ it's the best l could do" She laughed
gladly, more than repaid by the look il
her. companions face. ''Now get M
some lunch. Pm fairly starved"
Big George, when he had full.
grasped the situation, became the Dos
fisherman ON the instant. Before tn
others had reached the cookhouse b
was busted in laying out his crews ant
distributing his gear. The impossibl
had happened; victory was in sight
the fish were running. He cared t
know no more.
That night the floors Of the fish doc
groaned beneath weight of silve
sided salmon piled waist high to a ia
. man. All through the cool, dim Il