Gilpin observer., 1918-07-04

out shaking hands, but 1t struck her
that he was not implacable.
While they were at luncheon half
dozen packmules laden with supplies
for a telephone construction line out
hoofs had punched sink-h0les 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 wallowing
Macdonald called halt.
'There is a cutoff just below here.
It will save rs nearly two miles, but
we'll have to break trail. Swing to the
right just below the big Willow" he
told Elliot. 'Tll Join you presently
and relieve you on the job. But first
Miss O'Neill and are going for lit
tie side trip"
sharp surprise. Gordon opened his
lips to answer and closed them again
without speaking. Sheba had flashed
warning to him.
II hope this trip isn't very far of
the TRAIL" she said quietly. 'Tm just
q wee bit tired"
TITS 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
er. Elliot Suspicious and uncertain
what to do. watched him at work, but
at q signal from Sheba turned re-
luctantly away and drove down to the
cutoff.
Macdonald turned his dogs out Of the
trail and followed a little ridge for
perhaps q quarter Of a mile. Sheba
trudged 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 AZ
he said.
From the sled he took q shovel and
gave It 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 a 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 II. This
Is part Of the gold for which Robert
Milton was murdered
"But-how did 1t get herer
II buried It 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 q
rock-bound face. Underneath this
canvas is the body Of one Of the men
who murdered Milton. He died more
miserably than the man he shot. Half
the gold stolen from the bank is in
that gunnysack you have just dug up.
II you'll tell me who has the other
half, I'll tell you who helped him rob
the bank"
'"This man-who Is he7" asked She
ba, almost In whisper. She was trem-
bling with excitement and nervous
ness.
Macdonald drew back the cloth and
showed the rough, hard face Of work.
ingman.
His name was Trelawney. I kicked
him out OF. our camps because he was
q troublemaker."
"He was one Of the men that robbed
You lateri" she exclaimed.
Eyes. And now he has tried to rob
me again and has paid for 1t with his
life"
Her mind flashed back over the past.
"Then his partner in this last crime
must have been the same man-what's
his nnmef-that was with him last
time"
"Northrup." He nodded slowly. II
hate to believe 1t, but 1t Is probably
true. And he, too, is lying somewhere
in this park covered with snow-if our
guess is right"
"And Gordon-you admit he didn't
do it2"
Again he nodded, sulkily. "No. He
didn't do It."
Joy lifted In her voice. $50 you've
brought me here to tell me. Oh, am
glad, my friend, that you were so good.
And 1t is like you to do 1t. You have
always been the good friend to me-"
The Scotsman smiled, little visit
fully. "YOu take mean advantage Of
a man. You nurse him when he's ILL
and are kind to him when he is we'll
and try to love him, though he is twice
your age and more. Then, when his
enemy is in his power. he finds he
can't strike him down without striking
you too. Take your young man, Sheba
O'Neill. and marry him, and for Gods
sake, get him out Of Alaska before I
come to grips with him again. I'm
not a patient man, and he's tried me
sair. They say I'm a good hater, andI