The Dolores star., 1920-07-02
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CHAPTER XIII.
Tho Island.

Tho Island.
o,e and Hilary started for the Is
= AT one O'Clock. They planned to
nd three hours there and return on
evening tide.
a,lary, seated opposite his friend.
him of the conversation with
n,s who. manipulating the tiller.
hrd nothing.
=, I,ouis will swear to what he in
med me-" he said, ut means that
can clap Brousseau into jail. 9th
Use he'll never give up his schemes
inst me. because he has personal
eyance."
mr. Askew," said Lafe. might I
n question to you without giving
Iensel'
lYou may. Connell."
arm only saying what everybody's
wing In st. Boniface. and that is
ont your cutting Brousseau out with
ademoiselle Rosny."
|.T guess it's true. Lafe." said Hilary.
.afe she's-well, you understand"
az guess I do" said Lafe. He
Fetched out a sinewy hand and
dpped Hllary's warmly. II wish
|arlce-my wife-could meet you." he
lid.
II hope she will. Lafe. some day.
hit now about Brousseau."
II asked you that said Lafe, "be-
kuse there's lot hangs on 1t. Now
to Louls-he wouldn't swear. II
did swear. he'd swear that he'd
zen lying as soon as Brousseau
bIpped him a ten-dollar bill. No. sir,
! won't do. We've got to get the fox
= ght into the trap before we spring
!"
'Tm afraid I am no hand at spring
bg traps. Lafe."
mo. But we've got to give him rope
hough to hang himself. We don't
Fant to go off at half-cock. That's
|laIner amt It? My advice Is as be-
|ore; lie low. You see. sir. when a
ban schemes and schemes and plans
lis crooked work. all that he's doing
> to twist the rope tighter round his
|wn neck. We've got him now, but
re must get the moose tight. SO that
le won't wriggle out of 1t. And he'll
wist IL tight next time he wrigglen.
That's my idea. Mr.. Askew."
81 guess you're right as uSual Lafe."
Hilary. "But I've been IT,
ng low a laundering long time"
No more was said upon the subject.
)ut in the Gulf the choppiness of the
vaves lad changed to a steady sweep
oward the island, which. lying In mid
r1eam, received and broke the full
orce Of the daily tides. The wind
lided them. and they swept through
he water. Hilary watched the near
ng land with interest that deepened
Is he began to make out the luxurious
Fowth of conifers that covered 1t al
most to the seas verge.
In the center he could now make
'ut ridge of low hills. which seemed
o ascend to a terminal cliff, having
N one side gentle slope and, on the
'ther. n preclpitous descent toward
he water.
There ought to be some fine cut
ing there for US some day." said
Hilary. "Helloi What's that7"
Somebody has got there before u.s."
ald Connell.
A boat came into view, q little fish
ng sloop, much like Duval's, beached
10 the shore, the sails down, the bow
Ugh above high water.
mat boat belongs to Jacques
'rousseau." said Louis, pointing to-
yard 1t.
what's he doing on my limits, I
'onder," mused Hilary.
i guess he's making this his winter
He's trapped the selgniory
70 long that he thinks it's his terri
0ry."
ihey grounded. Duval, leaping
"hore, brought the bow round above
he water level. Lafe and Hilary
'epped out and stretched their cramp-
ID limbs.
me wind blew keenly, but, once un-
.ef the shelter of the island. they
ouhu 1t warm autumn weather.
'eaVins Louis stretched out in the
'oat' under a tarpaulin, Lafe and Hill
ny started up the sloping beach toward
ne interior. The FIRST thing that they
,o'iced as peculiar. when they had
,asseu the outer fringe of trees. was
ny ne existence Of q well-defined trail.
.ey stopped and looked at 1t.
:, 10 you suppose old Jacques made
Nj that?" asked Lafe.
Too wide"
And too hard. Mr.. Askew. This
.as been stamped out this summer.
Aho Jacques has only been here a
week, at most"
rhen-1" asked Hilary.
somebody else has been on the
sa anu all summer. or at least most of
ne summer. Maybe two or three of
mem It looks like It,"
The trail had disappeared. They
,ere now scrambling up gulley be-
sen .,.s great rocks that lowered on