Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1933-10-19
CHAPTER III-Continued

he In his cold, gray eyes 9Th,
Island II Inhabited. I can see gree,
Doundal They must be barabaras-tur
houseA~
Then the people are Alent In
dlans7~
NO doubt. The huts aren't tn,
Siberian type | can see fourteen
eaghteen-twenty. That means q pop
uiation Of from sixty to a hundred,
hut the diary said you'd find EN-.
Yes. but 1t was written a hundred
and fifty years ago, when the Aleu-
race was ten times as great as now
and MI the little islets were inhabited
Strange how they ever made II here ir
the first placer.
There are probably other passes. >
Horton said @They wouldn't live here
alone, with no contact with their
tribes people Roy. I'm afraid I'm a
little disappointed We can't claim
now that we've discovered a new
island unknown though 1t Is. Siberian
traders would never let these people
alones there's probably a ship In here
every year.
They've kept mighty still about 1t,
anyway: probably the island yields
rome good fur" Roy watched In
silence a long time. SWELL. there's
a OF the hunters. He's got on a long
parka that looks A1eut to me. By
the way. / believe he's got a spear,
not a gum
kuf this had no special significance,
a Roy we'll knew. Rifles and ammu-
nifioH are expensive: natives on many
remote Alaskan islands often return
TO their primitive weapons.
Waymfre rounded the cape and
dropped anchor a mile outside the
narrow-mouthed bay on which stood
the Indian village. This was early
June night should not fall until
eleven by nine the sea. world, and
SKY were one dreary pail of sleet,
Epindrift, and foam. BY midnight the
zieet seemed to be blown out of the
sky. but to Waymire's dismay. the
wind seemed to be working around to
the northwest At one o'clock it was
IN awful chord OF many tones.
Horton could thank his lucky stars
for Waymire's foresight. II the In
frepsd had been exposed to the full
power OF the gale, no anchor could
held her. and she would have
hAd to fight for her life. But not once
did her purse-proud owner question
his arrogant creed. He was reason
nbly comfortable In the warm saloon
the Island crags broke the waves. and
though the ship was buffeted by the
Wind. ahe rolled but %little-and he
sfin made Hight Of the shippers Ill
concealed alarm.
But Roy Stuart was not SO com
placent- He had never been able to
an Illusion. good or bad, and
knew that this luxurious paneled
room VIII not the citadel II seemed.
feA. they had been too bold. AL
.honEh HIS heart never missed a beat.
nw plainly that ever a minor mis-
= mere within of fortune, might
h1lrf them all to irremediable dis
Shortly after two Eric raped on the
and entered He was In sou-west.
and hTs eyes had a steely shine.
conditions seem to be growing worse. |
s0f better. III the wind shifts two
'oanfs more, wen have to move. Cap
ain sends word for you to get all
our party together and stand by for
riders III the wind shifts. we can't
out to sea- Your ships too top
cary Tor = blow like this. We've got |
Q work around the island; and we
ont know what's there. But wen
anx here II We can, and make the
In daylight"
fortunately. dawn was not far of
Eric returned to the pilot house
= could e the jagged line OF the
aves against the eastern sky. For
moment he stood listening to the
tast- I E she's shifted another
he shouted to the grim-faced
st~ran on the bridge.
I'm giving her twenty minutes
NOTE" the veteran answered. us
rerything ready7"
Pest ] could do. sir. Number one
feboaf In fair shape. number two
'tfen and barely s~erTiceable. and the
DRY clean gone. That a wa
all get Oh. Blankets. water
nd bread In and two
How about Sandomar and M.
-owdr Can We trust them in !
We're obliged to trust them. I
ink most of EN- will keep their heads
they're : hard lot. But one OF the
u~ssians. Stronsky, they call him. la
ting pretty queer. saw him az he
- going below-his eyes wild, and
utterfnx to himself. r think it's lust
ixht-~
Hell b nh right Ferguson i.
1ng him - Ais assistant--says be
nswo i Diesel engine Inside o1t~