The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1933-12-13
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SYNOPSIS: On the trail Of the
Russian International crook. Igor
Kardkh1n. Curt Tennyson and Paul
St. Claire haze reached Rissstnw
Lake ~ the Canodton Northeast.
They hdvo rescued Sontd NJch0ls
from drunkem hdlt-breed, but
because Curt has approved the
dounf1N OF the R0ns0n0Ns. At q
potldtch on the lake shore Curt
pIdys an old RMsst0H tune, and
Sonyd Sin0s the suords. At least.
Curt - sure she q q RxsstaH.
Chapter II
soNYA APOLOGIES
CONYA must b . Russian, exiled
- BY the revolution and therefore
bitter against II. That was why she
had Jared out at>him when he mild.
" praised the Leninists. Her man.
ners indicated that she had come
from q well.to-do family, possibly
from the aristocracy.
But what about her brother3
Ralph didn't appear Russian, or an
alien at all. His name was English
and he seemed to be an ordinary
Canadian citizen. OF course he
could have changed his name. and
it was possible that he had lived in
the Dominion longer than Sonya;
but even so they were vastly differ.
ent people to be brother and sister.
Altogether there was something
odd about the relationship of those
two, something that he could not
quite fathom.
Old John took the trout from the
balsam slab, divided it: and an In.
dian girl handed the portions
around on strips Of birchbark. with
an oolichan and piece Of bacon to
each portion. As Curt passed out
his cigarettes and chocolate squares,
he purposely stopped with Nichols,
crouched down, and fell into talk
with the entomologist.
II understand you're not staying
at Russian Lake much longer.
Ralph"
mo. Mr.. Higginbotham here has
hired two guides for us and we're
leaving tomorrow morning"
Making trip into the bush?"
Eyes. up the Lilluar."
A young trapper cut in bluntly:
Nichols. II you try to 60 into the
Klosohee ranges, it'll be Just too
bad, that's all! Those Klosohees
amt any tame treaty Siwash. What
] mean, Id ruther fight . grizzly
bar with a pine branch than argy
with them boys When I first hit
this country four years ago. I
thought this talk about EN- was
mostly nonsense. but I found out
different"
you may be q scientist. Nichols.
an after nothing but harmless bugs.
but they won't know you from {
human bein'. an they don't have
any more use for you than for any
white man. You'll git to the pass
all right, but II you 60 any further
you'll float back down. so full Of
arrers you'll look like pincushion!
Amt right, JGhn?"
"They don't let whites in" old
John corroborated. They'll give a
man far caution, an II a prospector
happens to stray inside. they'll take
IN out peace'bly. I'm list meanin'
to say they shoot squar' with per-
SON at first. an then II he don't
take warnin' they shoot straight"
The city sportsman winked know.
ingly ct Sonya. Scare talk, Miss
Nichols. They've repeated It 90
much that they've got to believing
It themselves. You'll ind those
Smokes as tame as tabby cats"
sonya quietly ignored the sports
man and spoke to the men who knew
what they were talking about. II
don't deny there's . danger. But
we're going to try and set on friend
~ terms with tho Klosohees. Il they
understand we're altogether peace
full. they probably won't object And
We do want to work In that coun'
try. Ono week In there would Be
worth Z year In . country that's
been combed and combed."
1URT took no part IN the discus
- sion. BY linking mp Jamieson'a
account Of the Wild Lilluar tribe
with Sonya's sketch Of their history,
he could sec the whole story Of the
Nosohees pretty clearly. Their hos
tility toward white people undoubt
edly sprang from the brutal treat
ment they had received from thu
Russians. n 90 isolated Z tribe
traditions would hang on for genera
ttons.
Now Sonya and Ralph were going
into that pot Of trouble. with no pro
lection except . pair Of guides who
would desert at the first real danger
For city girl and man to venturt
into territory where experienced
bush-lopers stayed strictly out wal
sheer suicide, and not . very
pleasant kind Of suicide at that.
At eleven-thirty the llrst spattel
Of rain broke up the party. The In
dams faded into the darkness; TIL
factor ambled home: the missione,
whipped. III blaek robe bout hiu