The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-11-13


 covert amusement.
 What are you looking for?'' sad he.
 seTae tracks of the murderer
 %'He didn't make none
 pointed out the spot where the ground was torn
 sThe 1umberman that found him spiked boots,' said November.
 How do you know he was not the murderer7,s
 He didn't get here till Lyon had. been dead for hours. Compare his tracks with Lyons much fresher. No. MT. Sport, that cock won't fight. Lyon reached here in the afternoon of the day before yesterday. He'd been visit ing his traps upstream. He hadn't been here more'n a few minutes and was lighting his pipe in the shelter there when he hears voice hail him He comes out and sees a man in canoe, showed into the bank. That man shot hirn dead and cleared without leaving a trace.''
 How can you be sure of all tIiis3n
 Because found pipe of tobacco not rightly Iits but just eharred on top, beside Lyons body, and a newly used match in this shack The maHI that killed him come downstream and sur priaed him.
 'How can you tell he came down streamz ?"
 ssBecause, if he'd come upstream Lyon would "a seen him from the shack. 7 said November with admirable Patience
 'eYoq say the shot was fired flom ? canoe2''
 .tThe rivers too wide to shoot across. and. anyway, there's the malsk of where the canoe rested again the bank No, this is the work of right snasee woodsman, and he's not left me on clew as to who he is. But E4n mol through with him, mister Such men as he needs catching boil tae kettle.''
 We laid the dead man inside tht shack. and sat. down besAde a 6rs which we. built among the stories ol the bank Of the river. Here NoREnber made tea in true woods fashion, draw ing all the strength and batbsrnes1 from the leaves by boiling them T pval wondering what he would do next, for 1t appeared that our chance Of eaHcli- ing the murderer was in6nitsSlmal, since he had let no ciew saFe tbd mark on the bank where his canoe had rested among the Reeds while he fired his deadly bullet I put my thoughts into words
 You're right 2, said Novgnber- ssWhen a chap who's used to the woods life takes to crime, he's harder to lay hands on than lynx in q alder patch 70
 stWhy did not the murderer sink Lyons body in the water7 It would have been well hidden there
 <He couldn't trust her; the curent's sharp and would put the dead man ashore as like as not he replied And If he'd landed to carry it down to his canoe, he'd have left tracks And more'n that, Lyon might "a lad in that clearing till he was skeleenz bt for the chance Of that lumber5aclz hap pening along. There's one fact you haven't given much weight to Ihls shooting was premedtated. The mUt- Aerer knew that Lyon would camp here. The chances are a hundred to one against their having met by ac- efdent. The chap that killed him fol lowed him downstream. Now, suppose I can find Lyons last camp ! may learn something more. It can't be very far off, for he had q tidy sized pack to carry, besides those green skins, which loaded him a bit And, anyway, it's my only chance" "
 So we set ont upon our walk No veznber soon picked up Eyon's EaIl, leading from Big Tree portage tO a disused tote road, which again led u due west between the aisles. Of the for- est From midday on through thai whole of the afternoon we traveled u-t til Joe found the deserted camp.
 The very first thing my eye lit UpOn caused me to cry out in excitement for side by side were two beds of ball. sam branches that had evidently bee1si placed under the shelter of the same tent cover. November, then, was right Lyon had camped with some one on the night before he died
 I called out to him. His quiet pa tience and an attitude as if rather de- tached from events fell away from him like cloak, and with almost uncanny swiftness he was making his exanlna- tion of the camp. But was destined to disappointment, for. as far az could see, Joe discovered neither cleWl nor anything unusual
 (To Be Continued.9
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