The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1915-02-04
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"UsI" cried.
NATURALLY. I'm going"
But it Is absurd! Your father would
nevp, allow it,
He can't prevent it. dear James,"
she said softly II don't for moment
suppose that even the kalmacks people
would attack a woman. And father is
all that have in the world I'm go
ing
Then l suppose shall have to 80
tor hut tell me what purpose does
your father think he will serve by un
dertaking this very risky expedition"
He believes that the general feeling
up at Kalmacks is in his favor, and
the shooting of the warden as well as
the writing of this letter Is the work
Of a small band Of individuals who
wish to blacknlail him We will be
quite strong party. and he hopes to
discover who is threatening him. By
the way. didn't ! hear from Sir An
drew Mc1.errick that you had been in
the woods all these last falls with a
wonderful guide who could read trails
like Uncas. the last Of the Delawares,
or one of those old trappers one reads
of in Fenimore Cooper's novels:"
That's true
What is his name"
November Joe"
November joe" she repeated. ~
visualize him at once. A wintry look,
| IA md
piercing eyes"
burst out laughing. ITS extraor
binary you should hit him off so we'll"
He must come too" she com
nanded.
On Friday got Joe. who arranged to
meet us at Pria1nvile. the nearest
point on the railway to those noun
tains in the heart of which the estate
OF Kalmacks was situated. | myself
arranged to accompany the Peter
shams.
into the story OF our journey te
Priamville need not go. but vii, pick
up the sequence OF events Ut the mo
nent of our arrival at that enterpyis,
in. town. when Linda. looking from
the car window. suddenly exclaimed:
Look at that magnificent young
mani
(Which one?' asked innocentIy as
| caught sight OF November's tall fiy
IRE awaiting us.
How many men in sight answer my
Descriptions she retorted of course
mean the woodsnan Why, he's
coming this way. must speak to
him"
Before | could answer she had jump
eel lightly to the platform and. turning
to Joe with childlike expression in
her blue eyes. said:
oh. can you tell me how many min,
,ltcs this train stops here?'
lit don't generally stop here at all.
but they tagged her because they're
expecting passengers. Can help you
any, miss!"
It's very kind of you"
at this moment appeared from the
car. Hello, Joe!' said |. How are
things!"
"All right. Mr. Quaritch There's
two slick buckboards with pair OF
horses to each waiting and a wagon
cite fit for the king o Russia The
road between this and the mountains
is flooded by beaver working in back
water bout ten miles out. They sa,
we can drive through all right, Miss
Petersham needn't fear getting tot
wet"
How do you know my nameT ex
claimed Linda.
~ heard you described. MISS" re
piled Joe gravely.
Linda looked at me.
Good for the old n1ossback!' said
Her lips bent into a sudden smile
You must be Mr.. November Joe.
have heard so much of you from NJ,
Quaritch."
We went out and loaded our bag
gage upon the waiting buckboardS
One of these was driven by small
salow faced man. who turned out t
be the second game warden, Pntt1ck.
Mr. Petersham asked how hi
Worke, the wounded man, was pro
crossing.
,. He's coming along pretty tidy. MI
petersham but he'll! carry stiff lie
= With him all his life
I'm sorry for that. suppose 20
nave found out nothing further as
the identity of the man who tired IN
p shot?'
A Nothing" said Puttick. and ne
" likely to. They re all banded togetl
o er up there
n On which cheerful information o,
>" little caravan started. At Linda's wis
# Joe took the place of the driver
V Mr.. petersham's light imported wa
onette, and as we went along she gay
<, him very clear story of the sequen'
,r of events, to all of which he listene
s with the characteristic series of 1--WE
T. nowsv and lyon don't says! wit
N which ne was in the habit of pnnctua
in,r tho rnn,urLS Ot lady. He S:l