Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1941-12-04
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right before your mother who
watching us through the window"
A smile broke through the girls
clouded face at the sally of the ir-
resistible Red.
Over at the trade-house Finlay and
McNab were saying good-by.
my men should reach the steel
with your report in thirteen days,
but wish you'd change your mind,
Sergeant. Ask for immediate help
and wait here for it!''
Finlay's thoughts were with the
girl who waited for his message at
Waswanipi. His mouth curled at a
corner. In his eyes was the CLINT of
sun on young ice. "McNab, the
Mounted Police never send for i'm
mediate help!"
81 know! lnow!" McNab wagged
his head resignedly as he gripped
F'inlay's hard hand. "But like you
two boys! It's shame-a rotten"
The trade-room door swung wide
and Blaise rushed in.
"Cano' comm from de cas-! Da-
vid look in glass and say it come
from Isadore! hid cano' and shut
up Flannel"
"Tell Red want him, quick!"
Malone burst into the room. "Put
your glasses on that canoe, Garryl"
Red cried. mine are packed! Some
things up!"
Are they near enough to see us?"
mo, they're miles away. What
are the orders?"
Finlay took his binoculars from
his duffle bag. IF they stop here,
Red" he said, well hole up in the
fur-loft and listen while McNab
draws them out. 1t may prove valu-
able. They've decided we passed
them that night and are out to over
take us on the river"
Red shrugged his wide shoulders.
"Overtake you and Blaise and me,
in strong water? Swell chance! But
we don't happen to be running!"
''No, we don't happen to be rum
ning!"
Far to the east on the wind-rippled
surface of Matagami moved black
speck. Finlay focused his glasses.
1t was big Peterboro driven by
an cupboard motor, with a crew of
four men.
"Do you recognize any of them?"
he asked McNab.
mot yet. But it's from Isadore's.
He's got the only cupboard motor in
this country"
The two returned to the trade
room while Finlay made his plans.
Whoever it is, McNab, get them in
here and pump them dry. Well lie
up there in the fur-loft and hear it
all. Tell them we stopped for grub
yesterday, on our way to Rupert.
That may send them hunting us
down river. And we'll surprise Isa-
dore when we show up at Waswa
nipi."
Correct. I'll handle those In
dians.''
MAKE them talk even if you have
to feed them some of that scotch
of yours. 1t will be legal for it's
an order from the police"
The two men grinned. Leave it
to me, Sergeant"
Red and Blaise appeared with
their Lee-Enfelds.
Don't think you'll need them.
Red," said Finlay. "Now we'll hit
that laoder for the loft'
"I'll have another look and let you
know what I see," said McNab, as
the three men disappeared through
the trap-door of the fur-loft.
AS they lay on the floor of hand
hewn, spruce planks near the open
ing, Finlay outlined his converse
ton with McNab.
Suppose Tete-Blanche is in that
canoe?" queried. Red.
"Our job is Isadore!" cautioned
| Finlay. what we want TODAY is
information. A fight, here, will spoil
it ALL"
Red chuckled 81 wasn't serious,
chief, was only worrying about
Blaise. Well have to lie on him to
keep him from jumping through that
| hatch"
Brassard's slit eyes glittered in
the half-light as he grunted: 81 can
wait. But dis big fallar wild red
head, we have tough time to keep
his mout' shut"
Red shook Blaise's calloused paw.
| Nov we're square, you old VOL
verine!"
"Shut up!" snapped Finlay.
Someone's coming!"
RIO BE CONTINUED