Charlevoix county herald., 1915-08-14

have plenty OF both to do. There is
one thing l will say, neither the On
tario, nor the Dominion government
have had any hand in this deviltry.
! doubt if Great Britain knows it yet.
There are only a few, well within the
inner circle and the moves being made
are being made with view of blind
ing both the United States and Can
ada. But hush, here comes jeanette"
His quick ears heard her hand seek
the latch.
Staggering into the cabin bringing
with her whirl of white, the faithful
girl dashed the door to behind her
and slid to the floor with her back
against it.
"Quickw she painted holding out the
report to her brother with one hand
and a letter to the consul with the
other. 81 am followed"
Pierre needed no other warning.
With a significant glance at Nolan
he sprang to the cupboard and swung
it one side revealing dark opening.
He motioned Darlington within. 1t
was no time to hesitate and the consul
stepped into the darkness. He heard
the click of a latch as the cupboard
swung back into place on its pivot.
He could not see Jeanette's rapid
movements as she barred the door and
swept the brown hair littering the
floor into the ashes on the hearth,
nor could he see the fighting face of
Nolan, who stood in the center of the
room with the report of the consul in
his hand. Pierre moving silently but
swiftly, threw Barrington's seal skin
cap into the corner of the chimney
where it rested in some SCOT covered
niche.
"Sit down JIM" said the French
man in low voice, "and change that
face. Satisfaction at victory and not
savage anger should be the express
sion now"
Right you are" growled Nolan.
But for once thank God / have been
surly for years. Yami knows / did
not like the job"
"Well, who is there ?" called Pierre
in response to loud knock on the
door.
Friends" replied a deep muff1ed
voice, land don't keep us here or we
will freeze to death. Come, come,
open up there, Langlois."
"Open the door, jim" Pierre sat
leaning his chair back against the log
wall. jeanette was in the small kit
chen from whence an appetizing smell
of frying bacon came, and Nolan
pocketing the report, did as he was
told.
"This beats the outside" exclaimed
Yamagasi as he shook the snow from
his fur coat, his dark, almond shaped
eyes taking in every detail of the
cabin as he spoke.
Rather" supplemented Quigsley,
removing the cap from his iron gray
hair and swishing the snow from it.
Pierre still leaning back against the
wall removed the pipe from his mouth
as if about to speak, but seemed to
think better of it and merely nodded.
Quigsley deposited his herculean
frame upon a chair. His cold gray
eyes from beneath beetling brows
seemed to search every nook and cor
ner of the place. Nolan leaned
against the corner of the cupboard,
silent and stern. 1t was an appro-
pirate expression for man who was
supposed to have completed a work
of rascality. The only ones who
seemed at ease were Yami and Pierre.
"Well?" inquired Quigley sharply.
Again Pierre merely nodded. "The
report" Quigsley's eyes cleaned as
he spoke.
81 gave it to Nolan" replied the
deputy. HE was about to start out
with it when you arrived. 1t will save
him the trouble"
where is our esteemed friend the
American consult" asked Yami, his
even teeth showing beneath his coal
black moustache.
where no one will get at him for
awhile" answered Pierre with a short
laugh.
Much trouble ?" The keen eyes of
the japanese were upon the face of
HE Canadian.
Sometimes, Yamigasi, the least
said is soonest mended." The deputy
met the dusky eyes of the foreigner
squarely. A shrug of the shoulders
more French than oriental was the
only reply.
Quigsley was glancing over the re-
port Nolan had handed to him, and
did not hear the conversation.
"By God" he cried, harrington