Cleveland County herald., 1918-05-16

his enemies paid to the last ounce. be
would hurry them to the galloWs IL
money and influence could do 1t.
None the less, his doubts persisted.
If they had planned the bank robbery,
why did they wait so long to buy sup
plies for their escape? Why had they
not taken the river instead of the hill
trail2 The story that his enemies told
hung together. 1t had the ring or
truth. The facts supported 1t.
One piece of evidence in their favor
Macdonald alone knew. 1t lay buried
in the deep SHOWS of the hills. He
shut his strong teeth in the firm re-
solve that it should stay there.
The weather had moderated a good
deal, but the trail was protected
forest one. The two teams now going
down had come up, so that the path
was packed fairly hard and smooth.
Holt lay propped on his own sled
| against the sleeping-bags. Sheba
| mushed behind Gordon. She chatted
with them both, but ignored entirely
the existence of Macdonald, who fol-
lowed with his prize-winning Siberian
dogs.
Though she tried not to let her lover
know it, Sheba was troubled at heart.
Gordon was practically the prisoner Of
q man who hated him bitterly, who be-
lieved him guilty of murder, and who
would go through fire to bring punish
ment home to him. She knew the
power of Macdonald. With the money
back of him, he had for two years
fought against and almost prevailed
over a strong public opinion in the
United States. He was as masterful in
his hatred as in his love. The dominant,
! fighting figure in the Northwest, he
trod his sturdy way through opposition
like Colossus.
Nor did she any longer have any
Illusions about him. He could be both
ruthless and INSCRIPTIONS when 1t
suited his purpose. AS the day wore
toward noon, her spirits dropped. She
was tired physically, and this reacted
upon her courage.
The warmer weather was spelling
the trail 1t became so soft and mushy
that though snowshoes were needed
they could not be worn on account of
the heavy snow which chung to them
every time a foot was lifted. They
wore mukluks, but Sheba was wet to
the knees. The spring had gone from
her step. Her shoulders began to sag
For some time Gordon's eye had
been seeking good place for a day
camp. He found 1t in bit of open
timber above the trail, and without a
word he swung his team from the path
"Where are you going?" demanded
Macdonald.
"Going to rest for an hour" was Ell
liot's curt answer.
Macdonald's jaw clamped. He strobe
forward through the snow beside the
trail. "WeTl see about that"
The younger man faced him angrily.
"Can't you see she is done, man? There
Is not another mile of travel in her un-
til she has rested"
The hard, gray eyes of the Alaskan
took In the slender, weary figure lean
ing against the sled. On soft and
mushy trail like this, where every
footstep punched hole in the loose
snow, the dogs could not traved with
any extra weight. A few miles farther
down they would come to main-trav-
eled road and the going would be bet
ter. But till then she must walk. Mac
donald gave way with a gesture of his
hand and turned on his heel.
At the campfire Sheba dried her
mukluks, stockings, caribou mitts and
short skirts. Too tired to eat, she
forced herself to swallow few bites
and drank eagerly some tea. Gordon
had brought blankets from the SLED
and he persuaded her to lie down for
few minutes.
You'll call me soon If I should
Sleep" she said drowsily, and her eyes
were closed almost before the words
were off her lips.
When Macdonald came to order the
start half an hour later, she was still
asleep. .'Give her another thirty min
utes," he said gruff1y.
Youth is resilient. Sheba awoke
rested and ready for work.
While Gordon was untangling the
dogs she was left alone for minute
with the mine-owner.
The hungry look in his eyes touched
her. Impulsively she held out her
hand.
you're going to be fair, aren't you,
Mr.. Macdonald? Because you-don'r
like him-you won't-T
He looked straight into the dark.
appealing eyes. "Pm going to be fair
to Robert Milton" he told her harsh
ly. "I'm going to see his murderers
hanged if it costs me every dollar l
have in the world"
"None of US objects to justice" she
told him proudly. "Gordon has moth
ing to fear If only the truth is told"
'Then why come to meT" he de-
manded.
She hesitated; then with wistful
little smile, spoke what was in her
heart. 'Pm afraid you won't do JUS
tice to yourself. You're good-and
ava-aud strong But yOu're very