The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1912-08-10
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1.LAMES OLIVER CURwOOD
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Haven't got the slightest idea
said Philip. putting the coffee pot
on the stove. "A blow, isn't II!
Philip was turning up the wick or
the lamp when a sudden startled cry
came from the bedside. Something
in IL. low and suppressed. made him
turn SO quickly that by clumsy
twist OF his fingers the lamp was ex-
tinguished He lighted IL again ana
faced the doctor. McGill was upon
his knees, terribly pale.
Good Heaven" he gasped'
Whats the natter"
Nothing. nothing, Phil-t was
| he He let IL out OF him so unex-
pectedly that IL startled me.
Il thought IL was your voice, said
Philip
mo, no. It was his See. he is re-
| turning TO consciousness
The wounded mans eyes opened
slowly, and closed again. He heaved
great sigh and stretched out his
arms as II about to awaken from a
deep >slumber. The doctor sprang TO
his feet.
I'VE must have ice. Phil-hnely
chopped ice from the creek down
there VIII you take the AK and
those two pals and bring back both
pals full? No hurry, but we'll need
II within an hour"
Philip bundled himself in his coat
and went out with the AK and pals
'Ioe!" he muttered TO himself
Now what can he want OF ice?"
| He dug down through three feet
] of snow and chopped for half an
! hour When he returned TO the
cabin the wounded man was bolster
ed up in bed. and the doctor was
pacing back and forth across the
room. evidently worked TO high
pitch of excitement
IN II r d e robbery - outrage
! Right under our noses. that's what
IL wasl" he cried pierre Thoreau
/ Is dead--killed by the sooundrels
who left this man for dead beside
him! They set upon them late yes
! terday afternoon as Pierre and his
partner were coming home, intend
Ing TO kill them for their outfit. The
murderers. who are a breed and a
white trapper, have probably gone to
their shack half a dozen miles mp
the creek. Now, Mr. Philip Steele,
here's n little work for you!"
MacGregor himself had never
stirred Philip Steeles blood as did
the Doctors unexpected words, but
the two men watching him saw
nothing unusual In their effect. He
set down his ice and coolly took off
his coat, then advanced to the side
OF the wounded man.
/ m ole hat L n
looking down into the others
strong, pale face. 1T was a pretty
close shave. Guess you were little
out Of your head, weren't you?"
The doctor came down to the last
step.
Phil" ne whispered. that fellow
we found with a broken head played
nice game on me He was a Grim
inal. and I've brought back to Fort
Smith no less person than the man
sent out to arrest him, Corporal Dob
son, Of the Mounted Police, and his
driver, Francois Something-orOther
Heavens, amt IL funny?"
That same afternoon Corporal Dob
son and the halfbreed set out again
in quest of Falkner, and this time
they we're accompanied by Pierre
Thoreau. who learned for the first
r''-'se, what had happened in his CABIN
eDcter disappeared for the rest
-. sday. but early the next morn.
ing he hunted Phil up and took him
TO cabin half mile down the river.
A team OF powerful dogs, an unusual
ly large sledge, and two Indians were
at the door.
Il bought 'em last night" explained
the doctor, land we're going to leave
for the south today"
I, Giving up your hunt?" asked
Philip
NO, it's ended" replied McGll in
matter-of-fact way. 1T ended at
Pierre Thoreau's cabin. Falkner was
the third man to work out my expert.
ment"
Philip stopped in his tracks, and
the doctor stopped, and turned toward
| him.
But the third" Philip began.
| The little doctor continued to smile
There are more things in Heaven
and Garth. Philip he quoted. than
are dreamed of In your philosophy.
| This love experiment has turned out
wrongly, as far as preconceived
theories are concerned, but when
think OF the broader. deeper signif.
canoe of It all | am-pleased is not
the word"
Continued