The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1920-06-12
CHAPTER XIII.
The Island.


,,sa and Hilary started for the is
"a Of one o'clock. They planned to
NJ IA three hours there and return on
he evening tide
u,lory. seated opposite his friend,
:. him of the conversation with
WITS who. manipulating the tiller,
heard nothing.
Tf Louis will swear to what he In
mod me-" he said, ut means that
: can clap Brousseau into Jail. 9th
Use he'll never give up his schemes
..olnst me, because he has personal
aIr Askew," said LATE, might l
III a question to you without giving
oRense?"
"You may, Connell."
am only saying what everybody's
..vinc In St. BOniface, and that Is
hon. 4. YOUR cutting Brousseau out with
Modemoselle ROsny."
II uuess it's true, LATE" said Hilary.
81 afe shes-well, you understand"
81 guess ! do" said LATE. He
stretched out sinewy hand and
.Tlnnpd Hfary's warmly. II wish
slarIce--my wife-cOuld meet you" he
said.
Rpt now about Brousseau."
~ asked you that" said Lafe, "be-
cause there's a lot hangs on 1t. Now
az IN LOuis-he wouldn't swear. II
be did swear, he'd swear that he'd
been lying as soon as BrOusseau
sIlpDed him ten-dollar bill. No, sir,
Il won't do. We've got to get the fox
right into the trap before we spring
IT.
Pm afraid am no hand at spring
Ing traps, Lafe."
mo. But we've got to give him rope
enough to hang himself. We don't
want to 90 off at half-cOck. That's
palmer, amt itl My advice is as be-
fore; lie low. You see, sir, when a
man schemes and schemes and plans
his crooked work, all that he's doing
Is to twist the rope tighter round his
own neck. We've got him now, bat
We must get the moose tight, so that
he won't wr,ggle out Of It. And he'll
twist II tight next time he wriggles'
That's my idea, Mr. Askew."
Il guess you're right as usual LATE.
answered Hilary. But I've been ~
Ing low a laundering long time"
No more was said upon the subject
Out in the Gulf the choppness Of the
waves had changed TO a steady sweep
toward the island which. lying In mid
stream, received and broke the full
force Of the daily tides. The WIND
aided them, and they swept through
the water. Hilary watched the near
ing land with interest that deepenet
rs he began to make out the luxurious
growth Of conlfers that covered 1t al
most to the seas verge.
IN the center he could now make
oat ridge Of low hills. which seemed
70 ascend to a terminal cliff, hayint
on one side gentle slope and, on tht
othpr a precipltous descent toward
the water.
There ought to be some fine cut
tlng there for US some day." salt
Hllary. Hello! What's thatT
Somebody has got there before US.
said Council.
hnat came into view, q little fish
Ing sloOp much like DuvaIs, beacheC
on the shore the sails down, the bow
high above high water.
THAT boat belongs to Jacques
Brousseau," said Louis, pointing to
ward Il.
What's he doing on my limits,
WONDER mnSed Hilary.
7 guess he's making this his white
quarters. He's trapped the seigniOr,
% long that he thinks it's his terri
tory"
They grounded. Duval, leapin
ashore, brought the bow round aboy
the water level Lafe and Hllar
stepped out and stretched their cramr
ed limbs.
The wind blew keenly, but, once VI
aer the shelter of the island, the
round It warm autumn weather
Leaving Louis stretched out In tn
boat, under a tarpaulln, Lafe and HI
wy started up the sloplng beach towar
'Re Interior. The first thing that the
hollced as peculiar, when they ha
lassea the outer fringe Of trees, wa
sne existence Of a well-defned trai
laey stopped and looked at It.
DO you suppose old Jacques mad
az lhatr asked LATE.
Too wide"
And toe hard. Mr.. Askew. Thl
@s been stamped out this summer
aud JacQpes has only been here
Week, at most"
~Ihen--2" asked Hillary.
somebody else has been on tn
stand all summer, or at least most {
ae summer Maybe two or three {
'nen 1t looks like it,"
The trail had disappeared. The
se'e now scrambling up q gulley b,
tween great rocks that lowered O
sl'her side of them. AT the ton {
e elevation appeared the point {
lle ISLAND and the face Of the gre,
F'.l' CLEFT into numerous assures. SON
Widening into small caves.
suddenly LATE gripped Hllary's ar
ana pointed. Through the scrub the
souia see Jacques Brousseau comIr