The L'Anse sentinel., 1922-08-18

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for the first time what had happened.
Their story staggered Wilton. On
the face Of 1t, it. seemed an impossi-
| bility, for no one else could have fired
the shot. Yet, had either Of the men
done so, 1t was the least likely thing
that he would have returned to braZen
out concocted tale.
Wilton was too weak to cross-ques-
| tion them; he resolved, however, that
the matter should be probed to the
| bottom, and meanwhile decided to alb
stain from arouslng their suspicious of
his doubts.
1t was on the Sunday afternoon
that, lying on his bed, on which Molly
had insisted, he saw through the win
| dow a sleigh approaching the store.
| He recognized the two men who
walked with the driver as Tom Bow
yer and Lee Chambers, the latter
| CONSTITUTIONAL engineer who had once
been employed by Joe Bostock, but
had left him for the New Northern.
He wondered what Tom Bowyer's er-
rand was. He suspected that. learn
ing Of their journey, Bowyer had come
to spy out the progress Of the Mis-
satibi.
He was In no mood to welcome
either him or Chambers. Chambers
was suspected of having betrayed
| good many of the Missatibi secrets to
the New Northern.
He decided to stay where he was,
upIaco pouyar cbnwad ciono ~ ro
naming. But suddenly an exclama-
tion Of anger from Molly brought him
sharply to his feet and into the store.
Bowyer had hts arm round her and
was trying to draw her toward him.
Chambers, at his side, a small man
with sharp, mink-like face, was
staggering at the scene. Wilton's ad-
pair.
In his flannel shirt and trousers, with
his left arm slung to his neck, Wilton
yet looked so menacing that Bowyer
released Molly at once and put him
self into an instructive attitude Of self
deefnse.
He was q man Of about five and
forty, red-faced, with red, thinning
hair, gray over the temples, and the
bold, staring gaze that falsely passes
for candor, which some rogues acquire
in place of the furtiveness Of weaker
souls-such as Lee Chambers.
Bowyer stared, and suddenly he rec
ognized his man.
"Why, It's VIII Carruthersr he ex-
claimed with an affectation Of jovial-
ty. How'd you hurt your arm, WHIP"
Molly came quickly between the
two men.
"You'll-you'll perhaps realize that
this isn't Wihnipeg" suffered Wilton
inaptly enough. He was quicker with
his fists than with his tongue.
"By George, 1t isn't ~ cried Bowyer
in cordial agreement. q T seem to have
put my foot In 1t as usual. Your par
don, Miss Molly. That'll meet the bill,
WHIP" he continued, keeping up his
pretense Of joiliness
Wilton gulped. Toms eyes moved
swiftly from his face to the girls.
"We're just I'm to have look
around" continued Bowyer. mot
much construction being done this
weather. l suppose you might think
I've come to spy out the Missatibi
land. Well, you'd be right II you did,
viii. What's this story about coal de-
poslts on your property7 But perhaps
that's what the lawyers call leading
question, eh?"
All the while that he joked he fixed
Wilton with his staring gaze. And
Wilton found himself wondering how
much Tom Bowyer knew.
The man was as sly Nc fox, for all
his effrontery, and fhat was his
strength. He gave the impression of
being one kind of rogue, whereas he
was quite another, as many had dis
covered to their cost. There were few
more resourceful and cold-blooded
men, even in the Prairie city.
II heard you and Joe had come up"
continued Bowyer. $50 dropped In
10 have chat with him, though it's
taken me fifteen miles Off my road
Planned to ask him to sell out his
valuable holdings, maybe"
Molly, who was standing behind
Bowyer, looked earnestly at Wilton
He dared not signal to her, but he
caught the answering message In her
eyes, as II telepathically conveyed.
II won't tell him." she meant to say.
Wilton's heart went out In intense
-gratltude. It would have been un-
bearable to have had to tell Bowyer
that Joe was Lying behind that thin
partition Of pine. 1t would have been
blasphemy to have let Bowyer's gloat-
ing eyes fix themselves upon poor
Joe's body.
you've had long drive for moth
ing. then" said Wilton curtly. "Mr.
,Bostock Isn't here"
"Pn say good-morning to the fac
tor. anyway"
"No, you WON'T answered wilton.
"Mr. Mcdonald 10 too III to be seen"