Browning chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1941-1953, 1941-11-14

sehteo. Tive me pen and pa
per-"
Shortly the men in the loft heard
McNab read aloud:
For value received and in consid.
GRAFTON Of his future services I.
Jules Isadore, President of Was.
wanipi Gold, Limited, of Montreal,
hereby bargain, sell and assign one
thousand shares of the common
stock of said company, when issued,
to Duncan McNab, now of Mata-
gami Lake.
"Waswanipi Gold, Limited
by Jules Isadore,
President"
"How's that, McNab?"
Fine! And it's mighty generous
OF you, 1sadore. I'll never forget
it."
There was the sound of voices out
side the trade-house. The door
creaked on its hinges.
What's the matter, Labelle?"
asked Isadore.
Comm on to blow, soon! Bees
wind cloud cen southwest We gotta
start to camp at de inlet"
"All right, I'll be with you in a
minute!"
The men left the trade-house.
"McNab," said Isadore, pushing
back his chair, you're a shrewd
man and know where your breads
buttered. Stick with me and I'll
make you rich!" The ice suddenly
returned to Isadore's voice. "But il
you change your mind-if the police
scare you and you double-cross me,
you won't live long! Understand me,
McNab?" Isadore snapped his fin
gers. You'll disappear like thatl"
But the trader laughed, "You
think I'm crazy, Isadore?" he blurt-
ed, and Finlay was relieved. Leave
the police to me, man. I'll handle
them. We're partners now, aren't
we? You've cut me in on a bonan-
"a! Don't worry about Duncan Nc
Nab!"
The two men left the trade-room
bound for the shore. Shortly the
put-put of the cupboard motor drift
ed up from the lake. With a grunt
of relief Red rolled over on his back
and stretched his long arms as
Blaise and Garry sat up.
$50 it's placer gold on the Waswa-
nipi he's covering up, after all! What
a line of hooey he handed McNabi
And did McNab do a job on him?"
I'VE may have use for that fake
bill of sale, some day. Well, Blaise,
how about it?"
"Kiputch!" Blaise grunted, regret
fully. 1--WE make big meestake to
let dat fallar go! He hunt us all de
more hard now he t'ink he got Nc
Nab in his pocket"
That's true! He'll make the lake
hot for US, now, but we haven't
got the evidence l want, yet. What
puzzles me, Red, is this plane from
the Bay. 1t doesn't fit into the pic
ture."
McNab found his guests waiting in
the trade-room. well, how was
that?" the Scotchman chuckled.
"McNab, you'd have made great
actor! 1t was perfect"
"A fifth interest in Waswanipi
Gold, when issued!" exploded NC
Nab. "He must think I'm a numb
skull to swallow, that. tn never
be issued. If he gets out of this
scrape, all he has to do is to incorpo-
rate under another name and Nc
Nab holds the bag. It took will
power, Sergeant, not to smash that
sneering face of his. He forgot I'm
Scotch"
80 am l." Garry laughed. "But
Isadore's badly worried. He knows
he'll need your help with the police"
Anyhow, I'm richer by a thou
sand dollars, if it's not counterfeit"
That's also evidence we may
use," said Garry. "Wen, if this
storm blows over, we're going to
paddle all night, so we'll say good
by"
Red fingered behind as Garry and
Blaise left the room.
II want word with you, Mr..
McNab, before we CO." he said.
4hC bAoaCA oAAOuoAy
Reds candid, blue eyes. 'Wen,
constable, what's on your mind?"
''Thistle!"
Thistle? Why, you've. only known
her since yesterday"
That's true" Malone's eyes were
dark with the intensity Of his feel
ing. but it didn't take us long
to find out. l just want to tell you
that I'm coming back here. Shell
be waiting for me-"
McNab's bushy brows pulled down
over bis searching eyes as he stud
led Aalone's bronzed face, shot with
freckles. 81 didn't realize - you
two"
s'It seems sudden, know. I've
never believed in Il. But it's true.
Thistle and knew last night that
4 was-that vav with q. ! love
M. md dou't. foar, I'm coma hock
neouah lSa1l II kskis
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