Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1918-06-29

heart of the Scotsman was bite
within him. He intended to see tina
his enemies paid to the last ounce. I'll
would hurry them to the gallows
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 the,
not taken the river instead of the hill
trail? The story that his enemies toll
hung together. 1t had the ring o
truth. The facts supported 1t.
One piece of evidence In their favo
Macdonald alone knew. It lay buried
in the deep SHOWS of the hills. H,
shut his strong teeth in the firm re
solve that 1t should stay there.
The weather had moderated goot
deal, but the trail was protected
forest one. The two teams now goinf
down had come up, SO that the patti
was packed fairly hard and smooth
Holt lay propped on his own slet
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 1t, Sheba was troubled at heart.
Gordon was practically the prisoner OF
a man who hated him bitterly, who be-
lieved him guilty Of murder, and who
would 60 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 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 a good place for a day
camp. He found 1t In a bit of open
timber above the trail, and without
word he swung his team from the path.
"Where are you goingf" demanded
"Going to rest for an hour" was FL
lots curt answer.
Macdonald's jaw cIamped. He strobe
forward through the snow beside the
trail. "We'll see about that"
The younger man faced him angrily.
Cant you see she is done. man? There
Is not another mile of travel in her I'M
III she has rested"
The hard, gray eyes of the Alaskan
took In the slender, weary figure lean
ng against the sled. On soft and
nushy trail like this, where every
punched hole In the loose
snow, the dogs could not traved with
my extra weight. A few miles farther
Town they would come to a main-trav-
lied road and the going would be bet
er. But till then she must walk Mac
ionald gave way with gesture of his
iand and turned on his heel.
At the campfire Sheba dried her
stockings, caribou mitts and
hort skirts. Too tired to eat, she
orced herself to swallow few bites
ind drank eagerly some tea. Gordon
lad brought blankets from the sled
ind he persuaded her to lie down for
| few minutes.
You'll call me soon IL I should
leep," she said drowsily, and her eyes
we're closed almost before the words
we're off her lips.
When Macdonald came to order the
tart half an hour later, she was still
Isleep. "GIve her another thirty min,
ltes,s he said gruffly.
Youth Is resilient. Sheba awoke |
ested and ready for work.
While Gordon was untangling the
logs she was left alone for minute
With the mine-owner.
The ha1gry look In his eyes touched
Ter. Impulsively she held out her
land.
you're going to be fair, aren't you,
dr. Macdonald? Because you-don't
Ike him--you won't-Y
He looked straight into the dark. |
appealing eyes. SIN going to be fair
o Robert Milton" he told her harsh
y. "Tm going to see his murderers
Hanged IL 1t costs me every dollar
AVE In the world"
"None of us objects to Justice she
old him proudly. "Gordon has moth
ng to fear IL only the truth is told"
"Then why come to me?" he de-
handed.
She hes.tated; then with wistfui
little smile, spoke what was In her
leart. I'm afraid you won't do jus
Ice to yourself. You're good-and
strong. But you're very