Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1936-01-23
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squall shrilled into shrek that
nipped off into silence.
When Mr.. Ramill rather hesitatingly
followed Garth to the hanging legs of
moose, he saw three-foot, stub-tailed
wildcat with black-tufted ears lying
| under a torn shoulder Of moose meat.
A second cat, slightly larger, had
leaped several yards away before
dropping.
| Garth drew his knife. "On1y pair
Of lynx. Not much for two shots. We
haven't any cartridges to throw away.
But we can use the skins, and the
meat will make change from moose"
| He fiayed the bodies, bagged the
best cuts of meat in the skins, and
| hung them high. The next move was
to see If Mr.. Ramill could pack the
hide Of the cow moose. He made a
game attempt to walk off under 1t, but
at once began to stagger. Garth re-
lieved him of the load, and in place
Of it gave him one Of the bagged
| lynx SKINS He himself bagged one
of the bull moose quarters in the cow
l
They came back to the camp with
Mr.. Ramill painting and sweating.
Garth swung lightly ahead Of him. He
slipped off his heavy pack and stood
looking at the idle couple on the rill
bank They had eaten their fill Of
liver, and stretched out to rest. No
smoke was rising from the embers of
the smudge-fire. Flies were beginning
l to cluster on the moose tongues and
other meat.
The girl met his look with con-
temptuous Indifference. Huxby stared
with bloodshot hostility from between
his swollen eyelids.
| Instead of speaking to the couple,
Garth addressed the girls father as
he relieved him of the lynx pack:
Gas remember, sir told Miss
Ramill she could cook on the smudge-
fire if she kept it going. l will say
now that l do not intend to shoot any
more meat until use is made of what
we have. There are none too many
| rifle cartridges. If the three of you
prefer rotten, maggoty meat, I'll go
| you to the last mouthful. I've lived
for weeks at time on spoiled fish and
rotten walrus."
Huxby's face and neck were as
swollen and sore as if covered with
boils. His temper was no less sore.
You're the one who put US in this
fix, you wood louse!"
Garth gave him a plying look.
"Thats the fly venom talking. No
cool, calculating schemer in his right
senses would ask for trouble when his
hands were tied. I might point out,
however, that the venom was due to
your haste in trying to-uh-appropri-
ate my discovery claim"
THAT'S lie. You cast the plane
adrift. was stung while trying to
save it. Curse the luck l came with
in an ace of reaching the snagged line.
Almost had it, when the plane dragged
it loose and went down over those
hellish falls!"
81 might remind you that you Or
dered me to cast off the line-at the
point Of your pistol"
The thrust proved too much for Hux-
by. He sat silent. Garth went on
with his quiet argument:
Cali that is now past history. We're
more concerned with the present and
future. Mr.. Ramill has shown his
common sense by facing the facts Of
the situation. He has fallen into line.
The question is, do you and Miss Ra-
mill throw in with us, or do you 60
on your own? If with US. I'm to be
chief. How about it?"
Huxby had cooled down enough to
see the point. "You win. join up"
Miss Ramill looked puzzled and a
bit alarmed. whats the great idea,
Vivian"
Every simple, my dear. He has the
whip hand. He is boss. We mus.
obey his orders, or Well never get
back to civilization"
"Oh! The despicable, cowardly-"
She met Garth's cool gaze and fell
silent.
He nodded. you'll begin by rebuild
ing that fire. After that you'll cook
the other liver for your father and
yourself. You will then start granting
the hair off the moosehides while Hux-
by and your father go back for more
meat"
II will do no such thing!"
"Very well. That means you get no
moccasins to replace your boots when
those fiimsy soles wear through on the
rocks"
She flared: Gallant Sir Galahad I"
Leave her be, Garth" her father
interposed. "I'll tend the fire and
scrape the SKINS"
mo. Lie down. Whenever you work,
it's to be on your feet. We must build
up both your wind and your. muscle
Huxby, I'll ask you to fetch that pot
and the gold pan"
The mining engineer rose and start
ed up towards the trough without a
word Of inquiry or protest. Miss Ra.
mills eyes widened. She gazed won
deringly from him to her father. Mr..
Ramill had no less obediently lain
| down as ordered.
Garth ignored the girl. He chopped
| deem nOtchpS in the trunks of tho food-