The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1927-11-11
Bv GEORGE MARSH
Copyright by The Penn Publishing Co.
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CHAPTER XIV-Continued.

From the open door two Slit-like
eyes in a face black with menace gilt
tered over a rifle barrel held loosely,
shoulder high. In undershirt and
socks, his waist belted in bandages,
stood Etienne Savanna, skinning knife
dangling from a wrist thong, at the
summons of his chief
Hand up! Queek!'
His eyes shifting in doubt from the
savage features of Savanna to the
man still kneeling, dazed, beside the
body, Farrell demanded: whats this?
A hold-up?'
Its all right, Etienne. Drop your
gum" ordered Guthrie in a tired
voice, getting to his feet. There's no
trouble here
ooh, yes, there is" objected Raw
don, recovering his nerve. what
d'you mean, Major Guthrie, by secret
ing a man wanted for murder? There's
some real trouble ahead for you, as
an accessory ..--r-r'-...- -..-.
"Shut up, Rawdon" snapped Far
rel. I'm In command here" And the
older man fumbled in an inside pocket
and produced an oilskin envelope.
Numb with bitterness, Guthrie, aid
ed by Etienne, carried the shell OF
Craig Galbraith into the bedroom lit
tered with the debris of his uncon-
sciOus frenzy. llE
"Come here, will you, Guthrie?"
called Farrell, who held a photograph
In his hand.
as that Laughing .McDonald?"
Guthrie alphabetically took the pho
tograph and went to the lamp. 1t was
the likeness of large man in Cana
dian uniform, the patched face hope
lessly disfgured by wounds. AS he
looked at the Canadian soldier, into
the listless eyes of the man who had
given his all for friendship, and in
vain, crept a doubt-perpleXity, then
cold assurance. Garth handed the
photograph to Joan Quarter
For an instant she examined the
likeness, then with a note of triumph
in her voice, returned it to Guthrie
with: 'It looks like him, but this man
has no lobe on his left ear and his
hair-loOk at the thin hair! His-our
man's-is thick"
Guthrie nodded. This is the man
you are after, Farrel?'
Yes, and he's the man in that
ROOM"
You didn't tell me his real name"
His real name is Carmichael-Jack
Carmichael. You ought to know,
major; he must have been a friend of
yours to take the chances with the law
that you have, in hiding him."
"All right" said Guthrie coldly,
"any chances I took, I'll answer for
Now look at this photograph. You see
that this man, besides losing half his
face-poor devil-has no lobe on his
left ear. That's clear, is it?''
Eyes, I noticed that"
"All right. Now look at his hair
is it thick or thin?"
Thin"
"AIl right. Now in his description,
what scars does he carry?'
Farrell read from the paper he took
from the envelope in his pocket:
Scars: Little finger on right hand,
missing; lobe of left ear, missing;
etc shell wound on knee"
Come in here. Taking a candle,
Guthrie led the two policemen into the
bedroom. There's the little finger on
both hands. Get that?" Joan heard
Guthrie say. Ears both whole, aren't
they? See any scars on his knees?-
Nor
Now, Inspector Farrell, look at that
head Of hair! Does that. look thin
to you?-No, quite the contrary, it
couldn't be thicker. Now I'll ask you
to notice this bayonet thrust. He got
it in a raid in the Ypres salient
That's what gave him his first V. G.
/ was with him. Has your man a
slash across the collar bone like this?
No Are you satisfied, Farrell?
For a space, the trembling girl,
thrilled-elated, listened for a reply.
Then there came In the low voice of
Farrell a reluctant YES" .........
The three men returned to the liv-
ing room, victory in the eyes of the
factor of Elkwan. After the toll, the
anxiety, the despair, the memory of
Craig Galbraith was clean Of stain.