The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1914-09-18

this affair. as you know. Gansett Jim
honestly thinks that you had a hand
in the Lonesome Cove murder. as he
believes it to be. 1t isn't impossible
that the sheriff has subtly egged him
on to kill you in revenge. You're the
suspect, and If you were put out Of the
way every one would believe you the
murderer. There would be a perfume
tory investigation. the whole thing
would be hushed up and the body in
Annalaka churchyard would rest in
for the sheriff"
Flat out. Kent. do you know who
the dead woman Isl"
"Flat out. | don't. But I've a shrew
guess that III find out before long"
Prom Gansett Jim?'
mo hope there. He's an Indian.
What I'm going to see him about now
is your safety"
Nov: Where do o expect to find
himT"
in the village. | hope. 1t wouldn't
do for you to come there. But | want
you to go to the spot where you met
the circus wagon man and wait until l
bring jim"
1t was Il long wait for the worried
artist in the deep forest that bounded
the lonely road along Hawkill heights.
Tel o'clock had chimed across the hill
from the distant village when he heard
footsteps and at a call from Kent STEP
ped out into the clear, holding the Ian
tern above him. The light showed a
strange spectacle. Kent. watchful.
keen. ready as a cat to spring. stood
with his eyes fixed upon the distorted
face of the half breed. Terror. rage,
Overmastering Amusement and the
sou panic of the supernatural glared
from the blue white eyeballs of the
negro. but the jaw and chin were set
firm in the stoicism of the Indian. In
that strange racial conflict Of emotions
the fiercer strain won. Gansett inns
frame relaxed He grunted.
Good boy. Jim" Chester Kent's
voice at the half breeds ear was the
NolSS VI ohc WIN SOOllCS al 3
horse. Il didn't know whether you
could stand it or not. You see. you
didn't shoot Mr.. Sedgwick after ALL"
Dunno what you mean" grunted
Gansett Jim.
And you mustn't shoot at him any
more" continued the scientist. The
zone was soft as a wOman's. but Sedg-
wick felt in it the tensity of a man
ready for any extreme. Perhaps the
half breed. too. felt the peril of that
determination. for he hung his head.
I've brought you here to show you
why. Pay good heed. now. A man
travelling in a wagon was met here. as
be says. by a woman-yOu understand
who questioned him and then went
on. He followed the trail through the
brush and found the signs of a fight.
The fight took place before the death.
Here's the lantern. Take his trail from
here"
Without a word the half breed
snatched the light and plunged into a
bypath. After a few minutes of swift
going he pulled up short in an open
copse of ash and set the lantern on the
ground. HOundlike he nosed about the
trodden earth. Suddenly he caught up
the lantern. which had rolled from his
hand. and threw it's light upon Sedg-
wick's foot. Then he turned away.
Kent whistled softly. The whistle had
a purring quality Of content.
mot the same as the fOc15rint. eh?'
he remarked
Footprint to- small" grunted Gan
sett Jim.
How many people-two:"
Three
"Three. Of course. l had forgotten
the circus wagon man. He came later.
But. Jim. you see it wasn't Mr.. Sedg.
wick"
What he follow for!' demanded the
other savugely.
mo evil purpose. You can take his
trail from the circus wagon and fol-
low that, if you want to satisfy your
self further that he. wasn't here. Ill
let you have the lantern. Only, re-
member. now! No more shooting at
Me wrong man"
The half breed made no reply.
And you. Sedgwick. Here's the de-
stroyer. DO you still want to kill
himy" :.
II suppose not" replied the artist
lifelessly.
Since his design was only against
your life and not against your pic: