The Carbon County news. [volume] (Red Lodge, Mont.) 1924-1931, 1931-03-12
he BY James Oliver Curwood
Plains Of Abraham,
g by doubleday Doran Co.. 1nc WNU Service.


u SuAhitSo Siy, SIT uItW Hllu away
from the broken door, and there,
safe for a moment from the saw
ages who were entering the clear
ing, she flung her arms about his
shoulders. For in these tragic Sec
onds look had come into Jeems'
face like that Which had fright
ened her in the tower room of the
mill, a look hard and vengeful
with the desire to kill.
"Jeems, dear, we must hide" she
pleaded. I'VE must hide!"
The futility of trying to con-
ceal themselves when their foot
prints were clearly left upon the
frosty ground did not occur to him
at once. 1t was her voice and the
name it claimed for him that broke
down the resolution which soon
would have betrayed them.
Il know of a place." she was
saying. I'VE must hurry to it !''
She ran ahead of him and he fol.
lowed her into another room
where a stair was falling into
ruin. The red killers had paused
at the edge of the open. They
stood motionless, like stone men,
listening and watehful, the upper
parts of their bodies still I'M
clothed until colder days and glis-
tening with grease and paint. Toi-
nette did not allow Jeems to
pause, and the steps made COM
plant as they trod upon them.
Jeems looked down from the top
and saw the marks of their feet
in the dust below. Their fate
was certain # the Mohawks came
this far, but with only the narrow
stair for their enemies to ascend
he was determined, in this event,
that each of his twenty arrows
should find home.
Toinette preceded him into the
room above. She went directly to
panel-like board which held a
wooden peg and in moment they
were peering into the musty gloom
Of a huge black hole under the
roof, which the Lussans had used
as garnet.
Madame Lussan brought me to
this room after your fight with
Paul" she whispered. 81 flung my
spoiled clothes far back in there p
Even with the savages so near,
pathos and memory were in the
tremble of her voice.
Jeems faced the narrow aperture
in the wall which Lussan had left
as a window and gun hole for de-
Tense. He went to the window,
and Toinette came close to his side.
No eyes could see them as they
looked through the rectangular slit
Swallowed under the caves. The
Mohawks had not moved, and from
the steadiness of their attitude
Jeems knew they had come upon
the open Unexpectedly. Not a hand
among the silent savages had
moved to Ratchet, bow, or gun.
This fact drew hopeful whisper
from Jeems.
"They see the place is deserted,
and unless they find some sign of
us, they won't come nearer he
said. Look, Toinette! There is a
white man among them with a pris-
oner's collar around his neck"
His words were cut short by
sudden movement among the watch
ers, as if a command had stirred
them to life again. The man in
the lead, with three eagle feathers
in his tuft, stalked alone into the
clearing, tall and sinister figure
burdened only with his weapons
and a warriors diminutive travel
ing pack--a giant who was red and
black and ochrish yellow in his
war paint, and at whose belt hung
bundle of scalps in which the sun
played and danced with changing
lights as he moved. Toinette closed
her eyes that she might shut from
her vision the grisly trophies of a
warriors success. When she opened