Tombstone epitaph., 1918-06-09

gagged in battle. He turned away with
 out shaking hands. but 1t struck hel
 that he was not implacable. While they were at luncheon half ( dozen packmules laden with supplies
 for . telephone construction line out.
 fit had passed. Their small. sharp-shod
 hoofs had punched sink-holes in the
 trail at every step. Instead of .
 smooth bottom the dogs found .
 slushy bog cut to pieces. At the end of an hour of wallowins Macdonald called a halt. There is . cutoff just below here.
 It will save us nearly two miles, but
 we'll have to break trail. Swing to the right just below the big willow" he
 told Elliot. "T'n join you presently
 and relieve you on the job. But first
 Miss O'NeIll and I are going for lit.
 tie side trip"
 All three of them looked at him in sharp surprise. Gordon opened his lips to answer and closed them again without speaking. Sheba had flashed . warning to him.
 T hope this trip Isn't very far off the trail." she said quietly. I'm just . wee bit tired"
 Its not far" the mine-owner said curtly.
 He was busy unpacking his sled. Presently he found the dog moccasins for which he had been looking. re- packed his sled. and fitted the shoes to the bleeding feet of the team lead CT. Elliot, suspicious and uncertain what to do. watched him at work, but at . signal from Sheba turned re- luctantly away and drove down to the eutoff.
 Macdonald turned his dogs out of the trail and followed . little ridge for perhaps . quarter of . mile. sheba trudeed behind him She was full of wonder at what he meant to do, hut she asked no questions. Some wise in- stinct was telling her to do exactly a he said.
 From the sled he took . shovel and gave 1t to the young woman. .Dig just this side of the big rock-close to the root of the tree. he told her.
 Sheba dug. and at the second stroke of the spade struck something hard. He stopped and pulled out . sack,
 ~Open it, he said. "Rip 1t with this knife"
 She ran the knife along the coarse weave of the cloth. Fifteen or twenty smaller sacks lay exposed. Sheba looked up at Macdonald, . startled question in her eyes.
 He nodded. You guessed 1t. This ls part of the gold for which Robert Milton was murdered.s
 "But-how did 1t get heref"
 T buried 1t there yesterday. Come.
 He led her around the rock. Back of 1t lay something over which was spread long bit of canvas. The heart of Sheba was beating wildly.
 The Scotsman looked at her from a rock-bound face. Underneath this canvas is the body of one of the men who murdered Milton. He died more than the man he shot. Half | Inc gold stolen from the bank is in | hat gunnysack you have just dug up. | 1T you'll tell me who has the other | ,alf. I'll tell you who helped him rob | he bank"
 This men-who Is her" asked She "a. almost in a whisper. She was trem- 'iing with excitement and nervous less.
 Macdonald drew back the cloth and howed the rough, hard face of work. ngman.
 Ills name was Trelawney. I kicked i'm out of our camps because he was
 troublemaker."
 He was one of the men that robbed ou IaterI" she exclaimed.
 NYesI And now he has tried to rob ,e again end has paid for 1t with his fe." U
 Her mind flashed back over the past. Then his partner in this last crime rust have been the same man-what's is namef-that was with him last me. fl "Northrup." He nodded slowly. T ate to believe 1t. but 1t is probably rue. And he. too. is lying somewhere this park covered with snow-H our , ness is right." lI "And Gordon-you admit he didn't Q itr' Again he nodded. sulkily. No. He Idn't do it." { Joy Tilted h her voice. So you've | rought me here to tell me. Oh, I am ' lad, my friend. that you were Q good. nd 1t is like you to do it. You have ways been the good friend to me" ( The Scotsman smiled. . little wist- | lily. You take . mean advantage of ' man. You nurse him when he's ME ,d are kind to him when he is we'll Id try to love him. though he is twice c ,ur age and more. Then, when his 1 semy is in his power, he finds he mt strike him down without stirling ] 'u too. Take your young man. Sheba 'Neill, and marry him, and for Gods ( Ike. get him out Of Alaska before I 1, me to grips with him again. Tn . < . patient man. and he's tried nc ir. They say Tn . good hater. and I q ways thought 1t true. But what's . use Of hating . man, when your ft arms are r0und hin for an v morT e The fne eyes of the giri wers wells
 warm Hght. Her giadness was not ii 2 herDeif and her lover only, but for ' . friend that had been Q nearly l.