Middletown transcript., 1922-07-15

to bring 1t in for the inquest"
but you are not from Clayton" sale
Wilton, who, Of course, knew all the
members Of the small force of police
that was stationed there.
Were from the Pas" answered the
sergeant shortly.
From the Pas! That explained how
the sled had come along the road be-
hind him. Bowyer must have discov.
cred the fact of Joe's death in some
manner, and had probably spread the
news. Wilton surmised that Jules
Halfhead had somehow managed to
indicate the fact to him.
The constable solved his problem,
we was on patrol" he vouchsafed.
And we met parties who told us
about Joe Bostock having met with an
accident, and that you was bringing
him In"
Ihatl be ALL" snapped the SER
geant, looking angrily at Myers, who
subsided promptly. Il guess this
young woman is Molly McDonald?" he
continued.
"Thls lady Is Miss Mcdonald" said
Wilton angrily, "and you'll keep civil
tongue In your head sergeant"
Peters looked him up and down inso-
lently, and for a moment or two the
men faced each other in an aggressive
attitude. Then the sergeant, sneering.
swung on his heel. Wilton did not
know what to make of his attitude for
the police were always friendly.
Andersens room was placed at Mol
ly's disposal, and after Wilton had
seen to her comfort he went outside
/ the shack.
The dogs were yelplng and snarling
over their fish from the cache Pa
pillon had just finished feeding them,
and Wilton thought Peters had been
! speaking to him. Probably the SER
geant was trying to obtain informa-
| ton.
The Swede came up to Wilton, hold
ing n pan of sizzling brown potatoes
81 can't believe it, Mr.. Carruthers,"
he said. "Only last week he passed
through here with you. Gosh, he was
iiiiN ihhii, bot was IioW hltl IL nap
pen? And you're hurt yourself, SIR"
he continued, glancing at Wilto. s arm
=" was shot at my side IN the
WI ds. The same bullet hit me.
IT know who fired the shot. But
n going to know" said Wilton
,rimly.
"My God, It's all up with the line
yeti" muttered the old man, with
drawing to his fire.
Wilton looked at Molly, who had
come out of the bedroom and was
standing near him. Andersen's excla-
nation had gagged the whole situation.
Wilton felt physically nauseated by
the heat in the shack, the unpleasant
ness of the situation, and recurrence
of pain In his wound
He went over to Andersen. ado you
happen to know either of those fell
lows" he asked.
81 never saw them before, sir" said
the old man. 81 guess they amt from
these parts, from the looks and the
ways Of 'em."
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, We'll start bright and early" he
said. 81 suppose We'll have to have
those fellows company as far as Clay
ton. But l wonder" He paused. ~
IUnpIpr u-hnthn
for leaving him in the hands of
strangers for while, If it were for
Kitty?" he mused.
The two policemen came in, looking
surly and communicative ms ever.
After a hurried meal, eaten almost in
silence, Molly said goodnight to Will
ton and went into the caretaker's
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, but 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 half-breeds, 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. "Them 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,
81.