The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1924-12-25

ffNtN ihNi'dANt mat iht tH'i 1850
cumbed to sleep. But all desire for
sleep was banished from Lees brain. :
There was the alternative of two
courses of action he could warn the
girl in the morning, placing himself at
her disposition or he could keep her
more or less in sight during his jour-
ney the following day, with a view to
protecting her from the pair of ruff
fans whenever they made their Up
p%earance.
But he could not afford to take any
action which would give the clue to
his status and activities and apart
from that, he wanted to keep in touch
with the two men, in case they could
furnish any clue to Pelly's where
abouts-if he were alive.
Some time early in the morning he
fell into a restless slumber, from
which he was partly aroused by the
sound of a horses boots gathering In
the yard. He wondered sleepily
whether this was an early departure
or some belated arrival, and then,
turning over, managed to lose con-
sciousness for al hour or two longer.
At last, when further sleep had be-
come impossible, he sat up, struck a
match, and looking at his watch, dis
covered that it was nearly six o'clock. 4
He threw his blankets over his arng,
stepped over the sprawling limbs OFT
the sleepers, and went out to 1.-THE
stable where he watered his hos'se,
afterward kicking his heels about the
place until, in the first glimpse of the
dawn. the squaw came shuffling ipto
the kitchen.
Lee went in. Get me a cup of cof-
fee and a piece of bread he said,
putting a fifty-cent piece into her hand.
"That'H be enough for me. I've got to
be moving
The woman filled the kettle from a
pail of water on the kitchen table.
Lee asked:
You know that girl who came last
night?"
me not know um," the squaw
grunted. as she set the kettle on the
stove.
Don't know what time she's leav-
ing, I SUPPOSED"
Girl UNI gone. Gone at four
o'clock" grunted the squaw.
Lee whistled softly. That was b
horse that he had heard, then.
losing no time, whatever her
ana destination might be.
fdgeted while the coffee came
ooil, and had just gulped down
'ul and taken a few bites at the
md butter which the woman g
when the landlord came slar
md Lee took the opportunit
ling his bill.
well, you're shore off
,rumbled the fat proprietor.
he beat you to it, thought"
"Who is she?" Lee inquired.
Blamed eff l know. Nobody here
bouts seems to know her. But
bucks, Little Falls amt more'n three
r four year old Guess she's the gal
f n Of the old-timers back from
chool or college. Or she'll be goin'
D to the Moravian mission, like as
Yes, sir, that shore must be it.
he wouldn't be goin' to any of them
o~och-runners up to Siston lake."
"That's Railways joint, isn't it?"
80 they say" A cunning look
lme into his eyes. 81 guess we amt
our heads none about that
rec Trader outfit since they're there
stay. No, sir, it don't do to know
o much about Captain Carcajou,
Nv that the police is in with him."
Lee almost betrayed himself as he
not to display his indigna-
On. "You mean the r. G. M. P.'s
bought by that scum in Mont
all" he demanded.
"That's what they're sayin' in these
re parts. See here, stranger, eff that
MT so, why don't they git after that
lptain C~arcajou as they calls him7
III heerd what he did to that camp
Indians last summer? Shore Well,
lint sayin' nothin' and l amt speak
for meself, you understand. I'm
ly sayin' what other folks say. Why,
two of Railways gan in this
hotel.'
you mean the big breed and the
1-headed man?"
Shore l do" The landlord winked
him. "Hooch-runners from Siston
'What're they doing here7" asked
/.
I guess they amt here fer no good.
ats why I was wishin' you'd had
sand to stand up to. 'em last night,
I"
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