Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1922-08-12

L never saw them before, sir" said
the old man. II guess they amt from
these parts. from the looks and the
ways of EN-"
There's a new lot come up from
Yorkton lately. Maybe they shifted
these to the Pas when they sent some
of the Pas men on to Clayton" Wilton
reflected. He turned to Molly. ANY
way, Wen start bright and early" he
said. Il suppose Wen have TO have
those fellows company as fer as Clay
ton. But l wonder" He caused. II
wonder whether Joe would forgive me
for leaving him in the hands OF
strangers for a while, If 1t were for
kitty?' he unused.
The two policemen came in. looking
Surly and uncommunicative as ever
After a hurried meal, eaten almost in
silence, Molly said goodnight to VIII
ton and went into the caretakers
room. AS the door closed behind her
! Wilton saw the two men look after
her. The constable whispered some
thing to the sergeant, and both
chuckled.
Wilton's blood was boiling, hut he
controlled himself. This was for Kitty,
and his debt to Joe.
The policemen prepared to lie down.
| Andersen was already snoring upon
the floor. The halfhreeds. however.
had not come in. and Wilton, going to
/ the stables, found them curled up
among the huskies.
You fellows had better come into
the shack" he said, ''unless you want
TO freeze"
Papillon refused. "Tnem d--n dogs
will fight each other" he said, 'if we
don't-stay here"
Just as you like" said Wilton.
1t was not unusual for rival teams
Of huskies to attack each other, but
such antipathy generally developed
from the first, and the dogs seemed
/ contented enough. He went back to
the shack and lay down, turning over
in his mind what he was projecting
hut he was utterly worn out. and fell
| asleep before he was aware of it.
When he opened his eyes it was al
ready dawn. The policemen we're
dressed and standing outside the
shack, conversing In low tones. An
dersen was peeling potatoes for break
fast. Wilton heard Molly moving with
in the room, and his doubts fell from
him. He had been upset by the surli.
| ness of the two men; he had had vague
suspicious not justified in fact. He
| determined to put his proposal to
them.
He walked over to the sergeant, who
was just re-entering the shack with
his companion.
81 suppose you fellows are thinking
Of starting at once, after breakfast"
he suggested.
The sergeant looked him up cad
down. That's about the size of IT,"
he growled. Got any obiection2"
Wilton resolutely ignored the aft
front
''Pve got important business in Clay
ton, affecting Mr.. Bostocks interests"
he said. at is very important that his
death should not be known there until
midday tomorrow"
The constable, who was leaning
against the door-post, chewing the end
of a twig, started slightly. Peters
fixed Wilton with his crooked stare.
Rather nervy thing to propose,
Mr.. Carruthers p he sneered.
Maybe. but it's a business matter
affecting Mr.. Bostock's wife" said VIII
ton. loathing himself for making the
request, but nerving himself to do 50
by the thought Of Kitty. 'Tf the news
of his death reaches Clayton before
the time I'VE mentioned, some people
who are antagonstic to Mr.. Bostock's
interests will jump at the chance to
turn 1t TO account 1t will mean a
heavy loss to Mrs. Bostock. You've
come long way, and you could quite
reasonably wait till afternoon on ac
count Of the dogs. That viii bring You
in before noon tomorrow. And--lf you
can see your way to 1t. you two won't
be the losers"
The sergeant eyed him more .nso-
| lently than ever $50 THAT'S the pro-
gram, is it?' lie answered. wen, keep
your mind easy. The news won't be
! known IN Clayton tonight, nor tomOr-
row neither. We amt going to Clay
ton"
you're NOT. eh7 Then where the
devil are you goIng?" cried Wilton,
nettled almost beyond endurance at
the mans demeanor.
"We're taking Joe Bostock's body
back to the Pas" retorted the SER
geant. THAT'S what we come here
for"
'sThe Pas? This isr't IN the Pas
Jurisdiction
ut amt, eh7 Perhaps IT'S In yours,
them
"See here" cried Wilton in exas.
peration, Clayton has its own police
detachment as you know perfectly
well. Your route doesn't lie IN this
direction. Joe Bostock's homes there.
He's going to be buried there. And his
body isn't going to be dragged here
and there about the country by a
couple Of fool policemen I'll make
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