Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1933-03-30
CHAPTER XI

he nad changed to woods elothir
at noon. intending to drive TO one
the camps. But fear held him
town, that fear which grew with n
hours.
DUSK now, and the approach :
closing time. He sat brooding Mar
ming how he could flee the country
hight became necessary. torn befwea
the fear of having TO face a state
law II he remained and the fear n
adding TO suspicion II he left.
mat suspicion might still be a figrnen
OF his own Imagination. a prodnef n
sohseiehee. He could no,
know.
cruiser came In, dropping his paeh
IN the hallway. He had been to m.
n%orthward for q fortnight. and Cor
bel appeared to listen while the MAJ
made a brief report of his activity and
his findings.
Didn't expect you back so soon :
Paul said.
Nor would I've made II buf for
flndin' old man Richards cabin emnsv
Run on to him headed east with HE
outhf after wolves that are raidinr
the Caribou deer yard. knew he'd
camp over there until he'd got the
wolves or used up all his tricks. so /
moved my stuff down into his camn
IL was closer to those descriptions. ron
see. didn't have to spend most of
my time goin' from camp to TIMBER
The mill whistle blew then in fha
back office chairs scraped and feet
sounded.
Another day. Gorbel said. Come
In tomorrow and We.l 90 over This
matter again.
The Woodsman left.
Soon afterward a team pulled tn
q halt before the office. and tha hiv
man on the seat OF the light sleigh,
kicked robes from about his feet ana
rose. Inside Gorbel strained forward
tense, waiting.
knnckles fell on the panel. Coyhal
wet his lips.
Come inI' he said, u~nsteadily.
The knob turned and Nat Brad
shaW's big hulk showed In the gloom
on he said. You, Gorbelsv
"HulloI" Gorbel said, fighting for
us ~self-control. sHullo, Matt Just
=
Inc sheriff did not advance but
food there. saying nothing. sliding
lis hands into his pants pockets, feet
pread, back against that door an
minously blockading figure.
linen I'm just In time,r he said
ryly. I've come for You, Gorbertr
"Me?"
leah. You finally the
ord fell heavily.
No fancied corner now Nh tran
made up Of the fabrics of gnjltv
.naginings was closing on Paul Cor ;
This was real. !
s.tWFffy whv what ~ -,
you driving atg' he demanded
a show of buster. :
Turn on your light and III read !.
by" I
Light Light, with the sheriff :
anding there against the door sns- :
cions, ready for any emergency7
They're burned out" he lied. .Fuse !.
eW Just before you drove IN. :
90 you mean-y0uu read VIII 4n
got a warrant for you. Cor :
l." the sheriff said slowly. .Tt,s for -
SON." He paused.
Gorbel's voice cracked :
Yeah. Amt a pleasant word in
Amt a pleasant crime. neither :,
d as murder, Gorbel. You over :,
'pped yourself In your story. The :
iversity says the lad you put In the =
y OF bein' killed hadn't been drjpk- =
for long. Put ON your hat and -
It; We've got a drive to make -
Look here Nat! -. Why. there's -
mistake! There's some deyjlisb
behind this! Arson7 -
Cd, Nat. you don't -
| don't aim to visit with you car- .
Put on your coatl" ~
was rising In the sherifrs ~
TT, a contempt that must be voiced sh
! don't aim to visit with Won. rva ~.
you cold, Gorbell For a long time In
We fooled us all, but that's over ~
7. I'm glad I'm sheriff of this s;y
nty tonight to take back to NV !.
a frebug. a skunk |" No
lights danced before Paul Gorhaa.s en-
!, though there were no lights. 4 an,
ing sounded In his ears. The Out
Intain OF doom was moving towards In
to overwheIm him, to blot him rat
to mash his cupidity, bis loves /
ambitions. mo
9 turned, as Ii to tear open a win pro
and jump, and a great hand cha
hit his arm. 9th
20 you don'ti Ii I have to. III ink
ne man shrank In the sherinrs sIet
N, tried to tear away. He made cln,
nge sounds In his throat as his r
bling hand tugged at a hip pocket out
ct ne go" he screamed. aIet som
%, you foolI" no
Q you've gone. to the end nee
our rope, and If" swa
e pistol came out. The stream OF You
was short, barely the span Of a fror