The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-12-24
November
Joe
The Detective of the
Woods
By MSKtTh PRICHARD
Copyright, 1918,
By Hesketh Prichard
By ntsktIn PRICHARD
Copyright, 1918,
By Hesketh Prichard

Danny before.
Joe drained his cup. We've not
found much inside the house," said he.
LAS soon us the suns up Well try our
luck outside Till then guess we'd
best put in Il doZe.'
Mrs. Rome made up shakedown Of
skins near the stove and disappeared
behind the deerskin curtain.
When ] awoke next morning it was
to see. With some establishment, that
a new parsonage had been drawn into
our little drama OF the woods. \ dark
bearded man in the uniform of IA game
warden was sitting on the other side
Of the stove.
This is Game Warden Evans. MIR.
Ouaritch." she said. He was at
Seats last night. There he heard
about me losing fur from the traps and
come right over to see ii he couldn't
help me-"
Having exchanged the usual Sallta
tions, Evans remarked good humor
eddy:
"November's out trailing the robber
Him and mes been talking about the
black fox pclt. Joe's wasting his time
| all right. l can tell him who the
thief is.
You know" | exclaimed
Evans nodded. II cam find out any
time.
"How:'
Care to see?' He rose and went to
the door. Guess Joe missed it, he
said. pointing with his finger.
| turned in the direction indicated
! and saw that upon one of the nails
which had been driven into the door OF
| the cabin some bright colored threads
We're hanging. Going nearer | found
| them to be strands of pink and gray
worsted. twisted together.
What dyou think of that?' asked
Evans, with Il heavy wink.
Before | could answer Joe came into
sight round Il clump of bush on the
edge of the clearing.
WELL called the game warden,
amy luck:'
Not just exactly" he said.
"What do YOU make of that? asked
Evans again. pointing ut the f1uttering
worsted, with a glance of suppressed
triumph at Joe.
HUH said November. "What do
you?"
pretty clear evidence that. amt it?
The robber caught his necker on those
nails as he slipped out. We're getting
closer. English rife. Gold Nugget in
his pipe, and pink and gray necker.
Find a chap that owns all three. 1t
can't be difficult. Wardens have eyes
in their heads as we'll as you, Novem-
ber'
'Sure!' agreed Joe politely. but with
an distracted look, as he examined the
door. you say you found it here?"
YES"
"Huh!' said Joe again.
"Anything else on the trnil?' asked
Evans
November looked at him. ''Ie shot
RiZpah.'
THE old dog? | suppose she attack.
ed him and he shot her"
Yes. he shot her-iirSt'
First? What them"
He cut her nigh in pieces with hi:
knife
! Without more words Joe turned bacl
I into the woods. and we went afte
him. Hidden in a low, marshy spo
Z about half a mile from the house, w
j came upon the body Of the dog. !
than that, the carcass was hacked
about in Il h'.rrible manner.
: What do you say now, Mr.. Evans!
inquired Joe.
. what do | say? I say this: Whc
we find the thief Wen likely find til
marks of Rizpall's teeth on hin
That's what made him mad with rage
and Evans waved his hand.
We returned to breakfast at Mr.:
Rone's cabin While we We're eatin
Evans casually brought out scra
Of the worstcu he had detached frol
the nail outside.
Seen any one with Il necker ik
that. Mrs. Rone:" he asked.
The young woman glanced at tn
bit of wool, then bent over Danny q
she fed him. When she raised he
head | noticed that she looked Yer
white.
"rhere's mOre'n one OF that cole
hereabouts likely" she replied, wit
another glance of studied indifference
"lts not common pattern OF wool
said Evans. "Well. you're all wi
nesses where got it. I'm off. 1t
my business to find the man with IL
pink necker'
Evans nodded and swung off throua
the door.
November looked ut Sally. "Who
he. Sally"
Mrs Rones pretty forehead puc
cred into frown. "Who?'