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( over him. The last time his eyes
alighted on Ainley the latter had
| ceased to write, and was sitting star
ing into the fire with somber eyes.
Then sleep overlook him completely.
He awoke in the gray dawn with
Anderton' s Eoice in his ears, and with
a pOwdery snow driving into his eyes.
''Ainley's gone. I left one of the
Indians to watch-not that I thought
there was any very real need-but
the beggar slept. and Ainley evident
ly took the opportunity to bolt"
HAS he taken dogs?" asked Stane
quickly.
No. nor anything else that I can
see. He has even left his pocket
book behind. with some pages bent
over and addressed to you. Here 1t
is Out of the wood it must be snow
ing like the very devil. and he can't
go far. I'm going after him with
Jean Bernard. and I want you to look
after Chigmok and these Indians of
Ainley's."
IAN right. Anderton! But you
won't catch Ainley, you know"
Why not?"
Because" was the reply, given
with quiet significance, I'm afraid
that Ainley has gone very far in
deed"
4 light of comprehension came into
the policeman's eyes, and he whstled
thoughtfully.
You think" he began and
stopped.
L am quite sure that Ainley has
started on the longest trail Of ALL
Why didn't he take dogs? How long
can he last in this wilderness with
out? And as you say outside the
wood it must be showing heavily
which way has he gomez"
ITO the open country-and in
blizzard. Anderton. old man, let him
go. You must guess what he is
about"
Maybe I do" answered Anderton
quietly.
And youn only be wasting your
strength for nothing"
I hope to God you're right
broke out the policeman vehemently.
But all the same I've got to follow
him-duty's duty-but you don't sup
pose I'm keen on taking an old
pal TO be hanged at Regina. I'm glad
Ainley had the sense and grit to take
the long trail on his own. But 7 n
bound TO try and stop him; though I
thank heaven that he has an hours
start. Now I must go. Keep your |
eye on Chigmok. he stands for lay
honor and credit much more than Ain
ley. because Of his original crime. SO |
long,
He turned away and disappeared
into the forest on the backwafd trail
with Jean Bernard, and half an hour
afterward Helen emerged from her
tent 10 find him bent over Ainley $
pocketbook with a troubled look in
his eyes.
What is it?" she asked looking
round. Where is Mr.. Ainley and
where are"
"Ainley went away in the night.
The others have gone after him. They
will not catch him-at least pray
not"
You think he Will get away?"
He has taken a trail where they
are not likely to follow"
OH cried Helen with a sob !
You mean that he-that he-?"
He has left a long note in his
pocketbook and a confession which
clears me Of that affair at Oxford /
There is a note also for you-perhaps
you would like TO take the book and
read the note TO me as we'll"
He handed her the pocketbook and
watched her as she returned to the
little tent, then began 10 busy himself
with preparations for breakfast. Half
an hour later Helen emerged again.
Her eyes were red with weeping
Il have torn my note out" she
said. there it is" She held a crum-
pied ball of paper in her hand. "It
is the saddest thing I ever read"
She moved her hand slightly and
the crumpled ball rolled into the blaze
of the fire. She watched the flicker
ing flame leap up, and die down. then
she turned to her lover with stream
ing eyes.
They waited an hour two
hours, saying little. neither trying to
hide from the other the anxiety each
felt. and then through the mist Of
snow between the trees came Ander-
ton and Jean Bernard. Stane flashed
question at the policeman, who
shook his head.
Thank Cod" said Stane. whilst
Jean Bernard looked at Helen.
Zee deaths cen zee snow. eet ees
nodings' 1 know. I hat seen a man
die so. Eet ees as gentle as a WON
ans hand
And as he finished speaking Helen
turned and went to the little tent to
pray for the repose of the man who
had sinned. but had made the last
complete reparation.
Two days later, when the storm
had blown itself out. all of them took |
the trail to Fit. Malsun, and at the
end Of the first day reached a small
river that was unknown to Stane.
Where does this go tor" he asked |
over the camp fire at night, pointing,
to the frozen waterway.
at makes a big bend and falls into |
the river above Fit. Melsun," said An |
derton.
And the other way? Where does
it come from?"
Don't know" answered Anderton.
Never Travelled it,"
But I haf,'' said Jean Bernard. II
hat been up eet fifteen miles. Two
DAYS trail from here ees an Engleesh
Mission. hrere a married priest
preach zee Gospel to zee Indians. He
ees vaire good man, who laugh like