, 1923-02-01
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some Internal work afoot. and l start
on that mans trail tomorrow. What
ever his game may be now-and it's
mystery that passes my Comprchen-
siou-he's the murderer OF Rolf Gar
grave. and IN get him il I follow him
TO the Pole! But the story puzzles
mel Those Indians asked about
Koona Dick. Why should they do
that"
The ch!et shook his head. Dat l
can not tell"
It's odd. very odd! Koona Dick Is
the one nan who may reasonably be
suspected of a motive for getting rid
of Rolf G~argrave. That I know,
but" .
He broke off as a thought occurred
to him. and then remarked thought
fully, The question may have been a
mere blur of Dicks. He may after all
have recognized Sibou and set his
men to ask the question in order to
discover whether your man had any
knowledge OF his name. Yes. that
may be it! But I will find him, and
7 will learn the truth. Louis. can I
have a team and stores for the morn
ing? And Sibou also? He knows he
man and 7 do not. OF course the serv.
ice will be paid for from Regina"
The chicf nodded his head.
Corporal BrackneY and Sibou had
left the hunting camp of the tribe two
days and were following tho frozen
river trail of the white man and the
two Indians who had visited It more
than n week before. 1t was evident
that their quarry Travelled fast, and It
was clear that those whom they fol.
lowed had some need for haste. Now
and again the party ahead OF them
had halted for a little time. and two
of tho men had left the dogs and the
sled. as their racks showed. These
hating places always occurred when
some accessible gully or creek opened
from the banks.
Sibou waved n mittcned hand.
These men looking for something"
"Or some one commented Roger.
Just before daylight faded the In.
dian came to an unexpected halt. and
pointed down at the ~unistakablc fresh
trail Of snow-shoes. Who had left
that tell-taIo rail" Perhaps n wan.
dering Indian. Maybe some solitary
prospector caught by winter, or pos.
sibly the man whom he was seeking.
the murderer of Ro'f Gargrave. His
heart beat quickly at the thought.
Follow it. Sibou. and find out
where 1t goes and who made it,"
The Indian departed and BracknelI
had pitched camp when he returned.
There IS one Indian and one white
man. They are in n cabin at the head
Of II crock" Sibou reported. But
it is not the man we follow: II he
is very sick with the coughing sick
ness
Tho corporaI's excitement died as
quickly ms it had risen.
I'VE will have supper first and then
! will walk IN to the CABIN. and hay"
n talk with thN man. He may know
something Of the nan We follow"
When Bracknell reached the cabin
there was no Glamour OF dogs such as
might have been expected had there
been n team there. lie raped upon
the door.
The door was c'ung open, and n tall
man whose face he could not discern
stood revealed. Inside in fFSnt Of a
makeshift stove was another man.
who was taken suddenly by Il par
oxysm Of coughing. Come in and
shut that COMPOUNDED door" he cried.
The man started from his scat.
Great Christopher! A Daniel come
TO judgment! How do you do, Cousin
Roger"
II was Dick Bracknell. and as the
corporal realized the fact, tho com.
passion he had felt for n stranger was
trebled when he found that the sick
imam was OF his own hood. For n
moment he gazed at the ravaged fca-
lures before him. The coughing
sickness" plainly marked Dick for
death.
SOM OF his teeth were gone and
the color Of his gums appeared like
yellow ochre in the freight. AS he
noted these signs of scurvy. tho cor
pOral was moved to speak his pity.
Dick. old man. I am mortal
sorry-'
Then keep your Internal pity for
yourselR' cried the other savaEely.
You'll need II ali in a minute. for Joe
has the drop on o you-murderer."
Tho corporal started, and swung
round. The Indian, Joe. was stand.
ing with his back to the door, and the
glow Of the fire was reflected from
tho pistol in his hand. He noted the
fact quito calmly. and turned TO his
cousin again.
Murderer" he said slowly. What
do you mean?"
You poisoned hat dog food that we
took from you didn't you? And you
can guess"
Good Godr' calculated Roger. The
dogs you loft me died of poison at ny
first camp, after they had been fed.
I blamed your man. Now It seems
that ] was wrong. as you are wrong.
Toll me what happened?"
Il will" said his cousin and turned
TO tho Indian. You can put down
that pistol for the present, Joe.
There's mystery TO be cleared up be.
fore there's any shooting to he done"
The indian obeyed reluctantly. nut
still stood against the door, n Dick
B~raCknell explained.
That's easy enough. When 7 part.
ed from you, I had an idea of work.
ing across 70 the Bchring, where Ia
have been off tho beat Of your con.
founded patrols. Wc Travelled n wcck
and made a good pace then ono night
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