Glacier County chief., 1937-09-17
re URRE CTION RIVER

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the river.
In the thickening gloom he lay In
the Juniper thicket as long ~ he
dared without alarming Patricia by
his absence. He saw nothing what
ever. The river and woods were
silent, empty.
Feeling . bit foolish over his ex-
cessive caution, he rose up finally
and hurried back to the cabin.
They had eaten supper. Craig had
unrolled Patricia's sleeping poke on
the bunk, and spread his own on the
floor beside the stove. Patricia had
crept into hers, tired from the long
day and the 10 wilderness miles
that she and Craig had covered.
But she had not gone to sleep. This
evening was too precious. She and
Craig could talk. as long as they
wanted, with no prying eyes to see
or question; and at the end Of their
evening she would 60 to sleep know
ing that Craig was In the same
room with her and that she would
be awakened in the morning by his
kiss-as at Gods lake.
Craig sat on the bunk edge, lean
ing over her, one arm under her
shoulder, his other hand smoothing
her. silky hair. In quiet tones he
was telling her Of a huge project
which had slowly taken shape
within him since New Years: and
by the feeble light Of the candle
Patricia saw his eyes narrow and
his lean jaw harden as he sketched
his daring ambition.
Listening in dreamy comfort, she
caught the general outlines of the
startling and ambitious project that
Craig was sketching. He intended,
he said, to weld those 800 Resur-
rection men together into q syndi-
cate, a rich and powerful company
OF prospectors. This Vanguard
money would hold them till next
summer; and by that time he could
raise additional money on q radium
deposit which he knew about. With
that capital he could bring in ma
chinery and start active mining on
several Of the richest silver lodes.
Once he had the power Of this
Dynamite Bay syndicate behind
him. he could then launch his real
project. his big program. All along
the far-hung Canadian mining from
tier and all through the vast sub
Arctic territories there were hum
dreds and thousands Of prospectors
like Sam, like Bill Fornier-hard-
working, penniless. good hearted
men. They were Looping the bush.
starving. freezing, fighting the will
derness. They did the pioneering,
m ad . the mineral discoveries,
cleared the way. They had opened
up the Flin-Flon, Cobalt and other
rich fields. And then had lost them.
Poor and helpless men, they had
been preyed upon by wildcat pro-
moters and INSCRIPTIONS companies
who bought them out for song. As
Warren was trying to buy out these
Dynamite Bay prospectors for a
trip to Edmonton and few mis-
cradle dollars.
"This scheme Of mine, partner,
or some plan along its general
lines" Craig said, ''would stop all
that injustice. This Dynamite Bay
syndicate would be a refuge to all
those men. We could advance them
capital. on their worthwhile claims,
and they wouldn't have to take a
beggar's choice"
A chill had crept into the cabin,
and the cherry-fed glow had faded
from the sides Of the little sheet
iron stove. Whistling through the
pines outside, the blizzard was spin
ming the surface snow into sheets
and sending them dancing down the
wind like wraiths.
Craig stood up, beside the bunk,
"I'll stir bit more fire, sweet"
As he turned toward the stove his
eyes caught q slight blurry move
ment at the small window to the
right Of the door. Only one pane Of
the four was Of glass; over the 9TH
ers Higginson had tackled squares
Of caribou skin. As Craig glanced
at the little glass pane, he saw
uuAIaH AaCe PIesSeo SgalnSt 1.-THE
leathery-dark countenance Of man
who was staring into the cabin at
Patricia and him. II
The face was gone In IN instant,
gone before he could recognize the
person: and the pane was empty
again.
A Jolt went through Craig like m
electric shock. He did not need 70
recognize the man. In Q fash he
knew = the Chiwaughimisi They
were out thece. those SIX Manito-
bans. In the wind-torn dark.
A moment after the face van
ished. he saw q gleam Of rife steal
beyond the glass pane. Il was 8
slow gleam-the CLINT Of . riile b.
Ing levelsd and aimed at him.
His hand shot out and smashed
down on the candle. plunging The
cabin into darkness.
Patricia sat up hastily, on the
bunk. "Craigi Why'd you DO that3''
He stepped scroes 70 the door.
groped Tor the wooden bar, found 4