Bisbee daily review., 1915-03-03
CHAPTER w.
The seven Lnmberinoks.

E V ilL IunlH ! saw OF Joe m Ine
 days which followed. the more
 ! appreciated the man and the
 more ! became convinced Of his remarkable gifts. It was not long aft. CT uur return from St Amiel before Joe succeeded in getting mo fair shot at the large red deer buck of Widde- ucy pond. and it SO happened that the killing ot this buck brought us news of old Hieh1m~ou. for we took the head down to him to set up
 Joe and ] walked over and found him living with his daughter. Jancy Lyon. for the police had never been success ful in discovering the Identity of the avouger of Big Tree portage. The two seemed very happy together, but ] must acknowledge that ] feared from what | saw that the beautiful Janey would not continue to bear the name Of Lyon much longer l said as much Co November Joe as we were walking back.
 That's nature" said he "Old Man Highamson told me that neither Bax ter Gurl nor Miller don't give her mo peace. Well. I guess woman's better married anyway
 lt was drawing on toward evening and had begun to rain when We turned from the woods into the mile long trail that led Co Noyembcr's shack. His quick glance fell at once upon the ground and. following his eye. l saw the impression of fresh tracks
 What do they tell yOut' ! asked, for 1t was always a matter of interest to me to put NOvember's skill to the little daily tests that came in my way.
 Try yourself" said he.
 "A man iu moccasius-probably an miian-has passed along. Isn't that righty' l asked.
 November Joe smiled grlmly
 "Nut just quite. The man isn't an ludiau he's a white man. and he car rics big news and has not come very far."
 You're sureT' ! said, stOopiug to ex- anime the trail more closely. but with ont result
 Certain! The Indian moccasin has no raised heel These have. He's not come flr. Hes travelling fast-see, hc springs from the ball of the foot, and when a man finishes a journey on the run you may be sure he thinks he's got a good reason for getting tO the end of it This trail leads nowhere but tO my shack, and we'll sure find our man there"
 Ten minutes later, when we came in sight of Novemher's home. we were I.F g.fHt 11 smokin" his pipe beside the door He was middle aged. with a hard face and there was more gray in his russet beard than his age warranted. As soon as we appeared he lcaped up and came across the open tO meet ms.
 "Blackmask is at it again,' he cried. ! saw glcam of anticipation, if not Of pleasure. cross Novcmber's face. He turned tO me.
 ''This is Mir Close. manager Of the River Star Pulp company's Camp C." he said. "Td like to make you known to Mir Quaritch, Mir Close" This courtesy concluded. he added in his deliberate tones. What's BIackmask done nowW
 Hes at his old tricksl But this year we'll lay him by the heels or my names not Joshua Close" The speak CT looked up aud. seeing my puzzled expression. addressed himself to me.
 "I.ast year there were five separate r0bberies committed on the road be- tween Camp c and the settlement" be explained "Each time it was inst a single lumberIack who got held mp, and each time a man in a black mask was the robber. November here was away"
 "Up in Wyoming with a PhiIade- phia lawyer after elk" supplemented the tall young wOodsman.
 "The police failed Co make any ar rest though once they were on the ground within four hours of the hold up" went on Close. "But an that is ancient history. It is what happened to Dan Michaels last night that brought me here ut seven miles an hour Dan has been working for pret. ty nigh a three months stretch and tha day before yesterday he came into the office apd told me his mother was dead and he must have leave for the funeral He had n good biz roll Of bills due, and ] could see he meant Co blow them. SO ] paid him and told him I'd try to keep a job warm for bim till be came back from the funeral gave him ten days to get through with bis spree Something I'd said annoyed