Browning chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1941-1953, 1941-12-05

Blaise chuckled. oval, de Injun
t'ink de Windigo is beeg, wat you
call giant, who eat Injun and is YER
bad fallar. He like to holler at
night and scare dem. Most bush
Injun is scare of Windigo and will
not 60 into country were he live"
"They certainly thought a man.
eater was loose and hungry to-
night" said Garry. "You had me
guessing hard, Blaise, when you first
opened up. Now before we get out
of here ! want to take Flame back
into the bush and look him over with
a torch"
Whats happened?" demanded
Red.
Finlay described the dogs strange
battle in the water. Then they went
back where the light from an cleo
trio torch would be masked from the
lake and looked the airedale over.
Hes scratched, Garry" said
Red.
Brassard peered closely at the
surface scratches which crossed
Flames shoulders and forelegs. mo
claw or toot' make dem mark" he
grunted.
at was knife, then," said Fin
lay. "You think Montagnais was
swimming across the strait? But
few of them can SWIM"
"We put cano' in and have a
look" said Blaise.
At their camp they found Noise
Wabistan waiting and told him the
story. Then the Peterboro, followed
by the birchbark, passed through a
patch of moonlit water before en-
tering the bank of shadow. From
the bow Finlay pointed to something
floating ahead of them. whats
that?"
The canoe slid up to the drifting
object. Kept afloat by air bladders
of moose entrails, fastened under
the arms, was the half-submerged
body of man. Blaise reached
down and turned the drowned body
to stare into an evil, grimacing face.
wat you t'ink?" he demanded,
meeting the peering eyes of his
friends. "Tetu!"
"Tetu? The side-kick of Tete-
Blanche!" gasped Red.
"Ah-hah! And good ting, for
sure!"
He was coming across to hunt
for us when Flame went out and
met him, nose to nose, and the best
man won," said Red. GOOD old
Flamey!"
ELAINE pull him undair and
drown him before he stick a knife
in him." added Blaise. dat smart
CHEN. navarro saw so smart. He
know more dan most man. But he
get foolish wen he smell beaver
castor, eh Flame?"
.
1t was the first week of August.
For days the heat, like river mist
before sunrise, had hung in the
MINDLESS forests of the Nottaway
country.
"Are you game for a swim, Lise?
I'm stifled with this heat. There's
an urge in me to mingle my curves
with some nice, cool lake water"
yawned Corinne Isadore.
"I'm crazy to but since that day
at the beach I've been ordered to
keep away from there" replied
Lise.
II fixed that with Jules this morn
ing. The king says we can 60. Have
you noticed him since he returned
from that trip? He's worried, Lise.
He mumbles and raves in his sleep.
One night he kept saying: What's
their game? What's their game?
We've got to get 'em, quick! If they
see that plane and get back to Mon
treal, it's all over!'"
Lise stiffened in her hammock.
Had Tete-Blanche got them al
ready? "What could he have meant,
Corinne?" she asked with seeming
artlessness, wondering just how
much the other knew.
ut sounds as if they were hunt
ing for Garry Finay and that dar-
ling Malone boy, doesn't it-as if
they were going to put them out of
the way? Lise, I'm terribly fright
ened."
81 am, too. You saw the Indians
who stopped here, yesterday"
"Yes."
"There were twenty of them. They
were hunting for the survey party"
"How do you know?"
II heard Tete-Blanche talking to
/ them. They acted drunk. Corinne,
Jules is giving the Montagnais iq-
uor and it's against the law"
Jules swears that Finlay's spy
sent from Montreal to jump his gold
strike on the river. suppose that's
the reason for it ALL"
HAS Jules ever talked to you Of
his gold striker"
mo. He treats me like baby.
But I'm sure he's secretly shipped a
lot of gold south. He's made much
money"
eyes, he's made money. Moneys
his god"
but what's going to come of all
this? It makes me SILVER to think
of it. Three men have been shot.
What will the police do when they