The Daily Alaska empire., 1930-02-01

men to fill the jagged hole in the dam. Two hours steady work in the dim light of lanterns and the crisis was passed.
 ' Glenn called a halt at 10 o'clock when he saw that the sand bags that filled the breach would with stand the pressure of the water until permanent repairs could be made.
 In a few words he thanked the men for their help and strove car ; nestly to dispel any idea of ill feeling toward the ranch owners. Rather sheepishly they followed the lead of Burkhalter and came for ward to shake Glenn's hand.
 T reckon we ain't jes' somehow understood each other" Brkhalter gulped as spokesman for the group we been fooled good and plenty alright but I low we know now who's who and which is which, and he turned to the men for con- firmation A chorus of approval greeted his words.
 Now that that's done" Burk- halter added, T low cur next business is with them shysters from the East that started all this trouble" With glance behind, he led the way toward the Lodge. Glenn stood for some moments looking thoughtfully after them. That was settled, he told himself It would be no great matter to re- pair the breach in the wall-a few weeks extra work.
 A commotion somewhere near at hand reused him. He recognized Shebs deliberate drawl, then an- other voice, high pitched, excited, voluble-Delphinel She was talking, pleading, expostulating wildly and in French.
 Glenn walked up quickly to where the two of them were stand- ing and inquired what the trouble was. From Delphine's perfect tof- rent of explanation and entreaty Glenn caught snatches of her con- versation Madame had b cen wounded in the arm-there was much blood He must get a doctor at once. She, Delphine, had lost her way in the woods-Madame was alone and very ill.
 That was enough for Glenn.
 Anne somehow needed help. He started off on a dead run and did not stop until he reached the cabin. It was empty Anne, of course, he thought, had gone off with Leon Morse.
 He sank heavily onto chair, let his head drop between his hands. He had never supposed the house could feel so empty. After time, the stiffness about him took on a new quality. subtle, challenging; it became an actual menace. He lifted his head to lis- ten to it. A small, dark object near the dcor caught his attention. He walked over to it and picked it up. It was Anne's revolver-with, : yes, one bullet gone.
 He bent forward. On the floor nearby was a little pool of blood. l He staggered to his feet; his eyes l roved swiftly about the room, talk , ing in every slightest detail that had before escaped his. attention crumpled couch, Anne's bloodstaifled sweater Was it possible that he e could have misunderstood that l scene through the windoW-that n she might have needed him and U he so near?
 He jerked the door open and l started down the trail towards the I Lodge, showing the revolver into his , pocket as he ran. First he would s learn the truth from Morse-learn what he had done with her-then f The blood beat thickly, almost f intolerably, in his throat. Red and purple patches danced before him in the darkness. a At the last cross trail, he hesi- l tated for moment, recalling that D the old washout which he anc l Anne had leaped that night ages Q ago was now a swollen, rushing
 torrent. He must take the long r trail around.
 Q Just as he turned to retrace his , steps, noise in the underbrusf ] not far from the trail arrested his
 attention. An instant later, fig r ure-hatless, with torn clothing, 2 scratched and bleeding face, wildly
 dishevelled hair emerged. It waS , the man Glenn sought. s The moon had come up half houi , before and Morse and Glenn coulc 7 see each other as plainly as though ? it had been day.
 A single quick move and Glenns fingers closed about the magnate'. throat.
 What have you done with her?'
 he demanded in a low, but peremp. 2 tory tone.
 S Morse only shrugged. If he wa'