The L'Anse sentinel., 1922-08-25
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saw with alarm that he was in fe-
verish condition. He should never
have left his bed, and the journey
seemed impossible.
"i'ye got to go, Molly" was all
Wilton could say.
"Then," she said with sudden deci-
sion, II shall go with you. You can't
travel alone. Your men may be faith
tul enough, but 1t Is my right to go.
And you'll never get to the meeting
without some one to take care of you
on the way. That's my condition.
Promise me-or else I'll lock the store
door VIII, and I've got paddock that
even you couldn't force"
Molly seemed to be animated by
resolution as feverish as his own.
Jules Halfhead had not fulfilled his
intention of absenting himself, prob
ably on account Of the storm, which
had made the security of the store
seem preferable to life in the forests.
He was faithful to the factor, and
could take care Of him during the four
or nve days or her absence.
Wilton was forced to yield.
"But you must make sure that Jules
will stay" he said.
"Hell understand. He'll stay" an
swered the girl. Hes never run
away when l was gone to Moose
Lake or Winnipeg"
Molly went up to the factors room
with the faint hope Of reaching some
understanding-of plumbing her IA
theirs feeling against Wilton and over
coming it.
"Mr. Carruthers Is getting ready to
CO." she said. "He is very i'll. He is
too weak to travel alone, but he must
take Joe Bostock's body back to Clay
ton."
"Oh, ayei" said the factor, sneering.
"He needs care and attention during
the journey. So am going with him."
The factor sat up In bed, transfixing
her with look of fury. "You, lass
you Will go with Wilton Carruthers to
Clayton !" he cried. "Ye Wilma come
hame, thenl Mark me, now, I've done
with you for ayel Molly. lass, ye Wilma
gol" he pleaded, with a sudden change
Of tone. "Think of your good name In
Clayton / havena reared ye to have
ye desert me in my old age and sick
ness, Molly"
She turned quickly away to keep
her tears from falling. Jules can
take care Of you for a few days, IA
ther," she said. "It's not as If you
were helpless. And his life is at
stake"
"And mebbe he'll die II you don't
stay with him when ye get to Clayton,
eh, lass?" rasped out the factor In
withering scorn. -
That scorn nerved her; to his weak
ness she had almost yielded. She went
down and dressed herself for the jour-
ney. She helped Wilton on with
mackinaw, and put caribou robe in
the sleigh. Then, while the men were
harnesslng the dogs, struck by a sud-
den thought, she stopped and began
to examine the tracks Of the snow
shoes about the edge of the portage.
for the marks had been made by seven
different pairs--those Of Bowyer and
Chambers and their Indian; those of
Wilton and his two half-breeds; those
Of the deaf-mute.
OF these Wilton's we're blurred and
almost indistinguishable, made by his
dragging feet as she pulled him up
from the swamp. But even had the
vague purpose in Molly's mind been
clear to her, there would have been
no need to examine those. The rest
were all similar In one respect-none
had a broken string.
Wilton and Molly had arranged that
he was to travel In the sleigh, to which
second had been attached, bearing
Joe's body In roughly made coffin
constructed by the men. The dogs
were harnessed. and they started.
II was a little more than fifty miles
to Clayton. Travelling along the
cleared road, the distance could be
covered easily In two days. The
dogs ran well, the weather was
clear and fine, and Wilton felt well
enough to walk good deal. Their
dinner was almost like a picnic. BY
evening the railhead had come into
sight in the distance. the empty camp,
the long sheds with the miscellany Of
supplies, the locomotive shops, and the
great ballast pits beside the line.
AS the dogs climbed the last hill
there came yelping from the cleared
way behind them. Looking back, they
perceived sled approaching. Two
men walked beside It. and the dogs,
sighting w1ton's, yelped In challenge.
which was taken mp In an outburst of
answering growls-
The sled drew IN toward them. and
the men resolved themselves into a
sergeant and constable Of the mount
ed police. wilton had stopped his
dogs. but the newcomers did not halt.
and went on. with curt greetings.
toward the ca,he.
A little surprised at their abrupness,
wilton let the sled preceSe his sleigh.
AZ the dogs were eager for their meal.
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