Browning chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1941-1953, 1941-10-10
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this country have disappeared. Ths
police will be here soon.''
six men!" she gasped. I've
heard Of only two!"
six prospectors have disappeared
and two men have been wounded"
Finlay smiled significantly.
Your limp. that night" she sud-
denly cried. her eyes wide with un-
Outstanding. "You - you were
wounded in the leg on the way
here?"
Yes"
They ambushed you on the Not
taway! But you're all right? Oh,
they'll stop at nothing! Do you un-
derstand now why I've got to get
away"
Eyes. What was Tete- Blanche do
ing there that night"
II don't know"
well, don't worry, we'll have you
safe at Matagami by August.
She gave deep sigh. For space
they smoked in silence while Fin
lays thoughts were busy with the
mysterious plane. Then he glanced
at her. She was smiling at him
through curious eyes.
Charming gossip we're having on
my bathing beach on this lovely
July day!" she said ruefully.
Her mood had suddenly changed.
The compelling charm of her drove
from his head all thoughts Of Isa-
dore. A beautiful girl sat beside
him, desirable, battling And in her
slow smile was yelled challenge.
You swim here often?"
Her eyes were busy with trim
moccasin toying with the sand. She
raised them and her lip curled.
Fishing for an invitation to join
the beautiful mermaids? II you are,
you're distinctly not invited. We
usually swim in our scales. you
know"
She flung herself around, facing
him, and impulsively took his hand.
what children we are!" she cried.
This is the second time I've ever
talked with you, Garry Finlay, and
I'm babbling like sub-deb at her
first big dance"
Il never met one but I'm sure I'd
love sub-debs." He leaned toward
her. do you know how lovely you
are and-how dangerous?" he said.
A warm undertone of pink pushed
up over her neck and cheeks. She
seemed suddenly confused. Its
growing late! I've got to go!" She
was on her feet. you'll take me to
Matagami when write? How can
l thank you for daring to come? Oh,
it's like reprieve from death SEN
tence! I want to dance and singh"
She stood beside her canoe grasping
her paddle. Her voice quavered:
eau revoir! Very nice and reckless
mani" Her eyes danced dangerous
ly.
when you send word, I'll comet"
he said. thickly. He slid her canoe
into the water, turned and with a
quick movement had her in his
arms.
With a swift catch Of the breath
she flung back her dark head and
smiled up at him. He kissed her
hair and eyes and responsive mouth.
"You sorceress!" he choked.
you've bewitched me! Courage,
midnight eyes! I'll take you to Mata-
gami. Good-by, Beautiful"
She gave low laugh as her arm
frightened on his neck, and for a
moment returned his kisses, then
breaking away, leaped into the ca
noe and padded off. Reaching the
point, she blew kiss with her hand
and passed from sight.
His pulses drumming, Finlay stood
at the edge Of the water, cropping for
his mental balance. With her charm
and changing moods Lise Demarais
had played on his senses as a mu-
stefan on harp, run the gamut from
laughter to tears. The hard-boiled
Garry Finlay had been plant in her
hands as willow sprout, but in the
end she had left him wondering
whether she was sincere or a con-
summate actress.
At the thought he glanced up and
down the beach. The shore was
deserted. Still under the spell of
the girl who had padded away, he
started for the spruce point to meet
the Peterboro. Again he felt her
arms on his neck, her warm lips,
looked into the dancing depths of
her eyes.
He had reached stretch of shore
piled with boulders and had cut back
into the bush where the walking
was easier when the brittle snap Of
dry stick stopped him in his
tracks. His body stiffened while his
right hand moved under his shirt
to the stock of his As.
whats. that?" he muttered.
Again there was q movement In
the brush somewhere in front of him
Finlay slipped behind q spruce. his
eyes stabbing the surrounding un-
dergrowth. Then, from his rear,
| came . sound in the scrub and he