Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1941-10-30


face as if he feared an assault.
"What's this, Red?" queried Gar
ry as they followed Blaise to the
beach. ga trick of Isadore's?"
"Sure! Wonder how he found us!
We must be over forty miles from
the post. Look! He's got a message
wrapped in that skin he's handing
to Blaise."
"He come from Isadore's place."
explained Blaise. "Moise say, now,
he see him at de trade. He carry
dis lettair to YOU" Blaise handed
Garry the skin wrapper the boy had
given him.
"What do you suppose this is?"
Garry asked Red. He opened the
wrapper and stared in surprise at
the folded sheets of blue note paper
it contained. A faint fragrance met
his nostrils.
Red grinned widely at the scowl-
ing Blaise. SIS this lad fast work
err" he chuckled. Cpl tell the
world he is"
With mixed feelings of citation and
suspicion Garry turned the closely
written sheets and saw at the foot
of the last page the name, Lise DEM
arais. Why had she written him?
What was behind the sending of this
boy forty miles to find the survey
party? Again he saw her velvet
black eyes mock him, then furtively
study him; later to fill with dread
of the sinister face of Tete-Blanche
peering through the doorway. He
read:
"Dear Mr.. Finlay:
"Louis, whose Indian name is Mi
kiss, Little Eagle, is carrying this
to you. He is absolutely trustworthy
and devoted to me. I saved his life
last year in the flu epidemic. No
one here knows that he is searching
for your camp. He is supposed to
be away sturgeon fishing.
"Of course, know, after what you
saw and did with my glass that
night, that you suspect Jules Isa-
dore. Just why you are here on the
lake I do not know. Jules thinks
you are prospectors who have heard
that he has struck rich placer bars
on the Waswanipi and are going to
investigate under cover of a survey
of the lake.
However that may be, have got
to make you trust and believe in
me for without your help am lost.
First, I believe in you-that you're
a gentleman and a brave man. Be-
hind your banter there was some
thing in your eyes, something
staunch and unafraid. That is why
I'm sending this strange letter; for
your life and my future are at stake.
Jules Isadore fears that you may
know and report to the authorities.
He's playing a desperate game for
high stakes. He has ordered Tete-
Blanche, the half breed you saw
that night in the doorway, to follow
your party until the chance offers to
murder you-every man. Then he
will send word to the railroad that
you were drowned. But he can't
let the Montagnais see this-have
any proof. What has saved you,
thus far, is the presence, with you,
| of Wabistan's sons. He doesn't wish
to attack the treaty-chief's sons. He
is waiting until the boys are away.
| Keep Wabistan's sons with you! But
I beg of you if you value your lives,
leave this country before August.
GIVE got to 60 with you. It's my
only chance. If you'll take me to
the Hudson's Bay post at Matagami,
I can get out from there. Jules
doesn't dare make trouble with the
Hudson's Bay people.
II realize to the full that you will
! suspect treachery-think Pm doing
this for Jules and am a callous
creature who would lure you into an
ambush. But beg you to trust me-
give me chance to tell my story
| just one chance. I know this sounds
wild, but I'm desperate. Just tell
Louis the reply is: 'Yes!' That will
be sufficient. And I'll be at the
white sand beach, behind the lop-
stick point, two miles east of the
post, early Friday afternoon. 1
swear to you I'll not be followed for
it is Corinne's and my private SWIM
ming beach. We 60 often and Isa-
dore has told them he'd shoot any
man who was caught following us.
Bring your men as guard if
you doubt me but l implore you,
Garry Finlay, to meet me for I'm
in CHASTITY trouble and you are my
only hope. What l know will aid
you in getting out of this country
alive.
"Corinne knows nothing of this let
ter. She hates Jules Isadore but I
dare not trust her. Louis cannot
read English so is ignorant of it's
contents. If you say, 'Yes!' and any,
thing prevents your reaching there
Friday, leave note under the white
quartz rock on the edge of the beach
stating when you will come and
Louis will get it. For Gods sake,
Garry Finlay, don't think this note
is an Isadore trick and I'm such a
low beast. I'll kill myself rather
than stay here through the summer.
I've got to get out! I've got to get
out! I've got to get out!