Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1936-02-06

| pocket"
That sent the engineer off with a
crease between his hard eyes. Mr..
Ramill studied -Garth's amused face.
"What is the idea?" he inquired.
do we infer you still stand by the
terms you offered?"
well, I may at least allow you four
tenths of what your Man Friday
sweats out Of my placer. The laborer
is worthy Of his hire.-I'm going for
a dip. You and Miss Ramill might
get your moose bones to roasting. The
marrow goes well with the steaks.
Let me suggest that you build large
fire in the regular cook hole. When 1t
burns low, rake out the Goals and lay
in one of the forelegs, thickly smeared
with mud. Then rake on dirt, embers
and ashes. build small fire on top,
and keep it going four or five hours"
Miss Ramill looked down at her
slender hands. They were already
roughened and grimed, and two Of the
highly manicured nails had been
broken. The large diamond Of her en-
| gagement ring flashed blue-white fire
! up into her angrily flashing blue eyes.
She jerked her head up to flare out
at Garth. He was already disappear
ing in the brush on his way to the
| rock pool.
When he returned from his plunge,
a fire was flaming high in the cook
hole. Well away from it, the heiress
| to millions was smearing one of the
moose legs with mud brought up from
the lake shore by her father in his
| expensive soft hat.
| Garth raked the thigh bones from
the smudge-fire and set back the spits
of the partly burnt steaks. He then
dripped melting moose fat into
small twist-cup of birchbark that he
had brought back with him. The cup
already held two or three gills of
spruce pitch.
The mud-daubers washed their hands
in the rill and came for their over
cooked breakfast. While Mr.. Ramll
cracked open the marrow bones with
the belt-a1, Garth stirred his dope
together with twig. He took off his
hat before starting to smear the dope
on his face. Miss Ramill gazed at
him.
Garth offered his dope. BEST cos
metic in the North. You may as we'll
go the limit"
I'll die frst!"
Her father dipped his fingers in the
dope and smeared the stuff on his face
and neck as Garth had done.
Garth said: Eat your fill. Miss
Ramill will stay to tend the fires. You
and l are to climb. You'll wear Hulk
by's leather trousers outside your
own"
But they're too small for me around
the belt"
They'll not be after few days.
You'll wear the jacket Also
A taste of hot marrow reused the
girls appetite. Hunger overcame her
other cravings. She said nothing even
when, at the end of the meal, her
father drew on Huxbys flying suit
over his clothes and started off with
Garth.
Though Garth had spoken of a climb,
he first led along the lake shore to the
beginning OF the muskeg swamp. Then
turned and slanted gradually up
through the belt of spruce trees until
the west side of the trough was
reached at timberline. He stopped to
look at Huxby while Mr. Ramill
caught his second wind. The min
ing engineer gave no heed to them.
He was hard at work panning out
gravel, midway up to the discovery
stake.
Garth led across to the east side of
the trough. After every halt he started
the portly millionaire on again as soon
as he could draw a'tleep breath. They
kept plodding UP the tundra slope
until at last Mr.. Ramill's legs gave
out. He staggered and collapsed. He
lay, purple-faced and quivering, spent.
When able to speak, he gasped an
appeal: "Ka-quit 'U'll kill-me! y
mo such luck Garth bantered him
Its only the fat If it was your
heart, you'd have died long before this
Open your coats and let the sun
soak in."
lne exhausted man LuTueu nat VI
his back and basked. Within a few
minutes he drowsed off. Garth let him
nap long two hours, then started
him on up the long climb.
Three hours later found them still
below the lower end Of the glacier
Garth at last called halt to the
, climb He headed back.
, Midway down to timberline, Ramil
7 collapsed, so utterly spent that hi
could not get up even after Ions
t rest. Garth took him on his back ant
/ packed him on down to the camp
without halt. ~
i. Huxby and Miss Ramill were feast
t ing They had pried the moose leg gu
r of the fire hole and broken off thu
clay shell. The meat had baked t,
I juicy tenderness. Even the gristle wa
= melted into gelatine.
e When Garth laid her father in tn,
. leanto, the girl brought big chunl
of the best meat. But the millionair,
: climber was too exhausted even to eat
D His daughter turned upon Garth.