The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1933-12-26

guides has eliminated all possibjl-
tty OF making fviends. Curt q iN-
terested ~ Sonyo. but che sUiu not
Nster to hts pleas.
Chapter g
ERRAND OF MERCY
WHEN they got down 70 eamI
" they found the place badly sho,
up. Arrows bristied In the canoes
stuck out Of the packs and sleeping
bags. and both tents had been rid
died.
Paul went into his tent for Q
hashlight and came out, holding hil
left arm Queerly. "Give mo . hand
with this. partner"
whats the troubls?'
zone Of those mosquitoes bit me.
Curt leaned forward. "Good
Lord!" An arrow was sticking In
Paul's left forearm. L had struck
hir. Just below the elbow and passed
clear through. the head standing out
two inches on the other side.
paul! Why didn't you tell me
about this before? When did IL hap
pen?"
when was going back 70 those
boulders to make FRANCOIS and
Jocku quit shooting"
Curt whirled around In . rage and
looked for the two guides. But they
had wisely sided away into the
dark.
did it break your arm. PAUL."
mo. It slid between the bones.
Pull it out, won't you?"
cts going to hurt, Paul. Can you
stand IT."
Paul braced his foot against
Curtis. Sonya steadied his arm.
With q firm pull Curt drew out the
arrow, % gently g he could. A
spasm Of pain swept across the
young Canadians face, but he did
not say q word. A tricklet OF blood
followed. surprisingly little for 90
bad wound.
I'VE ought to be thankful it didn't
hit that large artery in there. Paul.
Ill Ok this up properly. and then you
want to take care Of It till It starts
to heal. A wound like that can be
ugly II IL gets infected"
While he was bandaging Paul's
arm he heard . low grooming sound
from somewhere out IN the night.
A moment later It came again. more
distinctly.
why. its somebody hurt, In
paint" sonya exclaimed. paul. did
you catch the direction3s
"Over on that willow island"
"Then It must be the man they
shot! Those others thought he was
dead and left him."
Finishing quickly with Paul. he
got . canoe ready and carried It
down to the water. The anguish IN
that low moan tugged ct him.
Sonya followed him to the water
edge "Pleass. Curt" she begged,
s'don't run a big risk like this"
Risk? What d'you mean9'
"Those others might still BE over
there. This might be . trap. Don't
60" She was visibly afraid for
him. "Wait till It gets light
But Paul saw them leave, Sonya.
We cant let the poor devil Ms over
there and die
you're sure there's no danger3"
"Step in" he babe her, By way Of
answer. "You can 80 along. Il you
like. You know I wouldn't take you
II there was any risk"
4 T the willows edge = Nosohse.
clad in moccasins and deerskin
trousers, lay sprawled on the gravel,
face down. his body twitohing b
pain.
Curt knelt down and gently turned
him over. The Indian Was about
his own age, . well.buiM and rugged
man. his hair coarse black and hid
skin the color Of smoked leather
All In all he was the widest looking
fellow that Curt had ever run across
much wilder than The outlying s.
kanni nomads or tho primitive Din
neh men Of the Nahanai 1ountajps.
Yet there was somethine ukable
about his untamed aeeceuoss. I'd
was cleanly Of person. . har1 - q
oak knot, and bis smoke.tannst
clothes had the pleasant odor d
mountain pines and innumsrable
campdres.
Curt pointed q Ave long whltisl
weals which scored tho Indians LET
cheek and ran down his shouldsr h
his breast. "Look q those. Sonya
He's bsen In : light WITH . srissls
some time or other
He examined the indian 20 81
now badly he hadbeen sboG One bul
let had struck him n tho shouldsa
: painful but not critical woand, "a
# had not shattered tho booes. A
other had bit him sQuasely n III
forehead.
That forehead wound astonlshs'
Curt. Il was the llrst time no hal
eysr sen : mn tsk9 ! lnlllk y
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