The Tomahawk. [volume] (White Earth, Becker County, Minn.) 1903-192?, 1916-04-13

TSEuIu. lliIIh l u UclteI nave "OIO
Of writing On that"
"I'll have my lawyer draw up a form
Of contract and mail it after you to-
morrow" promised the doctor with a
crafty look.
mo, you wo-" began Average
Jones; but he broke off with smile.
every WE'LL" he amended. IF things
work out as figure them, that will do.
And" he added, dropping into his sig
nifcant drawl and looking the doctor
fatty in the eye, don't you-er-bank
on my-er-not understanding your
ffer-and-er-yOu."
Average Jones bought a ticket for
Yuma.
Disseminating at the Yuma station
three days later, Average Jones
blinked in the harsh sunlight at a
small, compactly built, keen-eyed man,
roughly dressed for the trail.
I'm Captain Funcke," said the
stranger. His speech was gentle, slow,
even hesitant; but there was some
thing competent and reliable in his
bearing which satisfied the shrewd
young reader of mems characters from
the outset. "Your wire got me two
days since and I came right up"
ANY tracer"
left here two days ago."
"Three of them?"
eyes. Flat-bottomed, narrowbeamed
boat, sloop-rigged pretty light.
"Know anything Of the men,"
"Only the big one. Calls himself
Colonel Richford. Had fake copper
outfit in the mountains east of Ala
mo-"
Where do you think they're headed
for?"
"Probably the widest country they
can find, if they want to get rid of
young Hoff," said the other, who had
been apprised Of the main points of
the situation. "That would be the Pin
to range, to the southwest of the Lag
una"
Suppose it's the Pintos, then. How
do we get there?"
"Hard-ash breeze" returned the
other succinct1y. Our rowboat is out
fitted and waiting. Sixty miles to the
turn of the Laguna. There's a four
mile current to help. They've scant
two days start, and we'll catch up
some"
All that day and all the night the
two men swung at the oars; swung
until every muscle in the young east
erner's back had turned to live nerve
fiber and the flesh had begun to strip
from the palms Of his hands.
Meantime, between spells at the
oars, Average Jones had outlined the
case in full to Funcke. After long aud
silent consideration the captain gave
his views.
get him off in the mountains, out of
sight of the lake, so he'll have no land
mark to go by. Then they scare him
into signing co-partnership papers,
and make him turn over those certified
checks to them. All they'd do then
would be to quit the boy while he was
asleep. A tenderfoot would die of
thirst over there in short time.
"Is there no Water?"
There's a tenaja-rock-basin holding
rainwater the hunter. IF
they find the tenaja empty they'll have
barely enough in the canteens they
pack to get them to the next water,
the Tenaja Poquita, around behind the
mountains and across the desert into
the next range"
Get me to young Hoff, then, cap
tain. You're in command from the mo-
ment we land"
It was broad day when the keel
pushed softly into the muddy bottom
of a long, shallow arm of the lake.
Captain Funcke rose, stretched the
kinks out of his back, and jumped
ashore.
"You say I'm in commando" he in
CURED.
"Absolute"
"Then you roll up under that mes
quite and fall asleep. I'm going to cast
about for their trail"
TO the WORKOUT oarsman, it seemed
only lew mOueNLS 1dtcT ludL dA Ill
sistent grip on his shoulder aroused
him.
i've found their boat" said Captain
F'uncke "The trail heads for Pintos.
They're travelling heavy. I don't be-
lieve they're twenty-four hours ahead
of U.S.
Average Jones stumbled to his feet.
I'm ready" he said.
cts a case of travel light The
hunter handed over a small bag of
food and large canteen full Of water.
He himself packed a much larger load,
including two canteens and powerful
field-glass. Taking shotgun from the
boat, he shouldered it and set out at a
long, easy stride.
To Average Jones the memory of
that day has never been wholly clear.
Sodden with WEAKNESS, dazzled and
muddled by the savage sun-glare, he
followed, with eyes fixed, the rhythmic
ally, monotonously moving feet Of his
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