The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1916-04-05

you will, the very knowledge
would make it impossible for
you"
She had spoken confidently,
apparently taking it quite for
granted that he would do what
she asked. A slight turning away
OF his eyes from hers as he con-
sidered, made her add:
Not that you would think Ii
wrong, but that exact knowledge
would be your greatest drawback
to successful accomplishment. Do
you think you can do it. Boy?"
She was standing close to him,
bathed in halo of mellow moon
light. He saw a beautiful woman
sensed a wonderful mystery, and
caught the Elusive attraction of
her presence.
Yes, | think | can, and | will"
he answered slowly and thought
fully, as one accepting a conse-
Grated task.
For one fleeing second he
found her warm hand resting pas
sive in his as she said with deep
feeling;
Thank you, Boy! | knew you
would" Then the hand was
quickly withdrawn and they
walked on again, side by side.
THE first thing | want you to
do is to meet my father, Stephen
Mallabee"
Certainly that is not much, "
he said with a smile.
"Oh, but you don't know she
answered. Il want you to meet
him and listen to all he will say
to you with an open mind. My
father is a wonderful man. If he
becomes interested in you, as |
think he will, he will tell you
some astonishing things. | want
you to listen to him, as | said,
with an open mind and to make
him like you, If you can"
Her words brought disquieting
thoughts stabbing home to Jen-
sens brain. Could it be her faith
er, Stephen Mallabee who was the
head of this vast counterfeiting
plan? Was she thus attempting
to enlist him in the scheme? Was
she playing a game?
We'll" he thought, "if she is
playing a game, it was, at least, a
game two could play at"
who shall l represent myself
to be to your father" he asked.
Tell him exactly what you
told us at the Little Babos camp;
he will be especially axious to
hear what you have to say of
Springvale's Illness"
Again her hand brushed his
and she looked intently into his
eyes as she added very earnestly:
Boy, you cannot understand
what tremendous trust | am
putting in you, and l cannot tell
you enough to make you under
stand; but / am sure you won't
fail me In this"
Is this all | am to know" he
asked.
Now? Yes. but perhaps | can
tell you more after you have met
my father and come to know him.
He, himself, will probably have
much to tell you. You must per-
nit circumstances, as they devel-
op, and your own good instincts,
to guide you"
The three people journeying to-
ward Camp Argyle had been tray
ering steadily upward into a much
higher country for some hours,
and here and there were frequent
patches of spruce and pine, yet
Jensen could, as yet, discern no
cause for the unusual excitement
of the dogs.
A moment later, as he hurried
on, he thought he made out what
appeared to be two tall masts ex-
tending many feet into the air on
little height some distance
ahead
Approaching nearer, he was
able to distinguish the high swung
antennae of a wireless station!
But why a wireless station in I'M
explored Ungava?
AS he topped a slight rise
ahead, Jensen slowed his pace and
fell back with establishment. He
found he was travelling along the
edge of a drop of almost a hun
dred feet. Below, showing clear
cut in the moonlight, was a wide
canyon. Through this canyon ran
a small river. To his right he
could see where the river broke
over precipice; beside this rather
thin stream of falling water was
a piece of cement work he recog-
nized as a turbine tower and be-
side this tower nestled a compact
power station built of cement.
Clustered about the foot of the
falls was gathering of we'll con-
structed log houses. There was
also what he took to be a long
clubhouse, smaller cookhouse,
and six or eight single cabins
ranged loosely and far apart in a
hollow square about a more pre-
tentious building.
The larger building was of the
bungalow type and was completely
surrounded by a commodious piaz-
"a. To the left of the power
house, on a spot of lower ground,
were several enormous dump
heaps of peculiar deposit.