Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1934-04-13
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They embarked shortly, the three
in one canoe. LaFane went directly
to the tent, jerked the flap aside and
looked down at the sleeping figure
there.
The face was upturned. 1t would
have been handsome one under nor
NAL conditions, but now 1t was lined
deeply with the ravages of dissipation.
LaFane stopped. "You!" he said
gruffly. The sleeper made no re-
Spouse. "Jim!" He shook the lads
shoulder but, except for long breath,
Flynn made no response.
The man went over the packs care
fully and finally selected one that con-
tanned apparel which would fit the
sleeper, discarding that which by any
chance might belong to the others, and
packing those belongings which were
obviously Jim's.
This done, he carried the pack to
the canoe on the shore and set the
craft in the water. The other canoe
had disappeared among the islands
no sound of human origin rewarded
the straining of his ears.
LaFane returned quickly to the tent,
slung the recumbent figure to his
shoulder and bore Young Jim, with
little apparent effort, down to the
shore and laid him gently in the bot
tom, head on the duffle in the bow.
The boy mumbled in protest and
brushed at his face. Once he tried to
sit up but abandoned the effort and
sank back to his stupor.
Observing this LaFane left him,
broke stick and scratched in the
sand on the landing the following mes
sage in bold characters:
"On my way. Good luck. J. F."
With grim smile he showed off and
padded down the lake.
He kept on for an hour, watching
the sleeping man with him until he
commenced to show signs Of restless
ness. Then at point Of exposed
rock ledge he halted and stepped out
of the canoe He made the craft fast
and leaned down to shake the sleeper
roughly.
your he said. "Come out Of It,
now. Get up!"
"Lemme lone, fellers. Gotta
Get up before you get hurt ~
sharply.
Young Jim came to life with be-
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finally came to rest on LaFanes face.
"Who the devil re your he de.
handed
"My names LaFane Come along.
We're going to make camp"
This was spoken casually as though
they were old companions.
Camp? Say, where the devil are
we? And what :" The boy
frowned and made wry face.
"We're on our way to Goodbye"
LaFane said. Get out and have a
drink; water, this time. It'll help you
clear your head"
This suggestion conceded with a
need, evidently, for Young Jim got
stiffly out of the canoe, lay down on
the ledge and buried his face in the
clear waters of the stream. He drank
at length, with frequent Interruptions
for breathing AS he did this LaFane
bore the canoe up into a protecting
screen of bushes, careful to disturb
them as little as possible. There was
chance that those three back yonder
would suspect something and come
searching. He wanted no compiled.
lions. Returning to the stream he
stood looking somberly down at his
charge.
Thirst Stacked mind somewhat
cleared by the bathing, Young Jim
hitched himself up on one hip.
"Now," he said, pleasantly enough
what the HIS this all about? How
does 1t come that you're giving me
orders?"
II came after you"
From Good-Bye?"
EYES,"
"Who sent you?"
"Never mind that"
The boy frowned. "Are we on our
way there now?"
might say so. A roundabout way"
"What d'you mean by that?" He
rose, belligerent now.
1--WE are going to Goodbye when
you're fit to 60. That will be when
you can be Of some use there"
The lads lower lip dropped and he
wiped his hands on his hips.
"Say, LaFane, or whoever you are
how'd get here with you?
Who're you to tell me what I'm going
to do? And when? Where do you get
your authority for all this?"
Here" said his companion, spread
ing his hands. "Just in these If
I need to exercise it."
His voice was almost gentle and the