The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-08-23
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 "The man who beats Marsh will have done something" She paused, then said deliberately, "And I believe you are the one to do it."
 They had reached their destination -the mouth of deep creek. up which Cherry turned her dogs. Emerson leaped from the sled and, running for ward, seized the leader, guiding it into a clump of spruce, among the boles of which be, tangled the harness, for this team was like pack of wolves ravenous for travel and intolerant of the leash.
 Together they ascended the bank and surveyed the surroundings, Cherry ex- patiatng upon every feature with the fervor of land agent bent on weav- ing his spell about prospective buyer. And in truth she had chosen well, for the conditions seemed ideal.
 i've watched you, and I know you are down on your ltck for some req son." the girl said. You've been mis- cast somehow, and you've had the heart taken out of you. but I'm sure it's in you to succeed for you're young and intelligent. cool and determined. I am giving you this chance to play the biggest game of your life and erase in eight short months every trace of failure. Pm not doing it altogether. unselfshly, for I believe you've been sent to Ka1vik to work out your own salvation and mine and that of poor George Bait. whom you've never seen. You're going to do this thing. and you're going to make it win"
 Emerson reached out inpulsively and caught her tiny. mittened hand. His eyes were shining; his face had lost the settled look of dejection and was all aglow with a new dawn of hope. Even his shoulders were lifted and thrown back as if from some sudden access of vigor that liehtened his bur den. t
 You're rightw he said firmly. "wen send for Bait tonight
 In the days that followed Cherry was at Boyd's elbow constantly, aid ing him at every turn in bis zeal to acquire knowledge of the cappery system The odd conviction grew upon her that he was working against t1noe. that there was a limit to his period of action, for he seemed obsessed by an ever growing passion to accomplish some end within . given time and had no thought for anything beyond the engrossing issue ints which he had plunged She was dumfoupded by his sudden transformation and delighted at first, but later, when she saw that he regarded her only as q means to an end. his cool assumption Of leader ship piqued her and she felt huSt
 Constantine had beap sent for Bait with instructions to keep on untn he found the fisherman e0on if the Quet carried him over the rauge During the days of impatient waiting they O. cupied their time largely in reconnoa- tering the nearest cannegy, permission to go over which Cherry had secured from tie watchmsn. Vho was indebted to her. Tbe man was timid at first, but Emepson won him over, then pro- ceeded to pump him dry of informa- don, as he had done with his hostess
 Fraser looked on in bew1lderment at the change in Emerson
 What have you done to 'Ffozen .AnnieY" he asked Cherry on one oc- casion. You must have fed him a speed ball. for never saw a guy gear up so fast. Why, he was the darndest crape hanger ever met till you got him gingered up. He didn't have no more spirit than sick kit ten"
 Fraser then eyed the girl keenly
 This is lonely place for a woman like you." he said, "and our mutual friend ain't altogether unattractive, eh?"
 Cherry's cheeks famed. but her tone was icy. 'This is entirely a business matter"
 'Hmm! I ain't never heard you said the adventurer
 Have you ever heard me'-the col or faded from the girls face. and it was rife edrawn-''discussed in any wayY'
 You know. Emerson makes ne un- comfortable sometimes. he is so d-d moral" Fraser replied indirectly. "He won't stand for anything off color. He's real square guy. he is. the kind you read about"
 You didn't answer my question" insisted Cherry.
 Again Fraser evaded the issue. Nov, If this Marsh is going after you in earnest this summer why don't you let me stick around until spring and look put your game? I'll drop a monkey wrench in bis gear case or put spider In his dumping. and it's more than m even shot that if him and I got to know each other right well I'd own his cannery before fall"
 Thank you; can take care of my self." said the girl.
 Late one stoUny night-Constantine had been gone a week-the two men whom they were expecting blew in through the blinding smother. Bait refused rest or noufishment until he had learned why Cherry had sent tor him. As briefly as possible ahe outlined the situation. Boyd Emerson Eaw a huge, barrel chested creature whose tremendous muscles bu1ged be- meath his noudsscript garments, whose red, unstanding bristle of hair topped leather cOuptenance from which