Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1941-10-02
Penn. Publishing Cl
W. N. u. Service

name of Isadore, rich fur man, when
brought by Finlay, causes an immedi-
ate cessation of conversation. While
questioning COtter, the storekeeper, Fin
lay noticed someone watching them.
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oiling of the action of his AS and
showing it into the shoulder holster
strapped under his left arm beneath
his shirt, three lads I know are 60
ing to throw little rough stuff
themselves.
"They won't work in the open,
Red. 1t will all be Injun stuff, I'M
der cover, with no surviving wit
nesses. They're blocking the Chib-
ougamau Trail but they don't intend
to hang for it,
"And I don't intend they shall,
Garry!" growled Red.
Garry loved Reds weakness for
fight and his berserk courage when
he was in one, but he cautioned:
Remember we're peaceable sur
vey party interested in certain 9TH
er matters on the side. We can't
make the first move"
Sure, boss, but while we're rum
ming that compass survey of Was
wanipi, I'm going to make per-
sonal survey of Mr.. Jules Isadore.
If I find what I think I will, it'll be
sweet job"
"And dangerous one, Red"
''Uh-huh! And a dangerous one!"
grunted Malone.
In the morning Blaise was con-
sclous. Six days of rest and care
full nursing put him on his feet and
gave the clean flesh wound in Gar
RVS leg a chance to heal. In the
meantime Malone had swum the riv-
er below the rapids and found in
the mud at the foot of the old Indian
portage the tracks of two men and
freshly broken brush where a ca
noe had been cached. At the head
of the carry, footprints indicated
that the men had come downstream
Batoche and Flambeau must have
passed their camp on the river in
the night, ambushed them, and
thinking that they had somehow run
the rapids, gone on, searching for
their supper fire.
"Now, Blaise, what do you think
of your friends who wanted to give
you job?" demanded Red.
Blaise grimaced as he fingered
his bandaged head. 81 t'ink if I
ambush cano' in dose rapids, I make
bettair job. At less dan hunder
yard dey start to fire at tree men
who got to stand up and make good
target. Dey shoot eighteen time and
get two hit"
'They shot straight enough to sat-
isfy me-" said Finlay. IT thought
we'd lost you when you went down.
If they'd wiped us out, there'd have
been three more reported acciden-
tally drowned and no proof to the
contrary"
The half-breed's eyes blazed with
such fury that his friends CAPPED in
surprise. eve head for plenty trou-
bl!" he bit off between his teeth.
"Mebbe we navarro come back Who
know? But wan ting you promise
Blaise Brassard! You give dis Ba-
toche to me! I take him in desc ham
sol"
Brassard's thick fingers reached
into the air and clamped shut, as
if on a throat.
''He's yours, Blaise! But he's only
a tool" said Garry. "What puzzles
me is his boss. I can't make out
Isadore's game. He must have
brains to make such a success of
the fur business and yet he's rid
ing straight for a fall with the au-
thorities."
"He's got rich placer strike,
somewhere, and to avoid a stam-
pede of prospectors won't register
it until he's skinned off the
cream" insisted Red.
oval, now we feel bettair, we go
have look at M'sieu Isadore," grunt-
ed Blaise. He drew a villainous
looking skinning knife from it's
sheath and tested it's edge with a
thick thumb, as he said: "Some-
body goin' to pay for my sore head,
for sure!"
"I'm glad Pm not the fellow, you
old wolverine!" laughed Garry.
"When you take the war PATH
there's blood on the moon"