Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1942-01-22


Garry Finlay, brother of one of the six;
Red Malone, Mounted Police officers,
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They stood on the gravel beach
and Blaise pointed across the lake
to the western hills where dull glow
streaked the violet sky.
"Why, it's forest fre!" ex-
claimed Finlay.
you suppose Wabistan's behind
this?''
THAT'S just. what I suppose,
Red!"
On the second day the yellow
smudge of sun glowed duly through
a shroud of smoke. Leaving Lise in
camp, the three men, with Pata-
mish, started in the Peterboro for
Isadore's.
They landed below the post and
put Patamish ashore to find Lise' S
hidden clothes bag, learn what he
could and return at once.
whats that, Garry?"
ITS that overdue plane! Come
on! He's caught and can't see where
to set her down."
.aGive him three shots, Red! He
could circle and set her down south
of us if this breeze would only stiff
en!"
The Lee-Enfeld crashed three
times.
"He heard our shots!" He's cir
cling!" With the rush of a great
bird the plane shot past the canoe,
caught the water with splash and
bobbed on ahead to disappear into
the smoke haze.
Finlay shook his lifted paddle.
We've got him! Come on! They
may start hunting him from Isa-
dore's."
AS the boat moved up to a pom
toon a voice called from the open
door of the cabin fuselage: "That
you, Isadore? I've been lost two
hours hunting
Don't move hand!" Red
rasped. Come out on the pontoon,
one hand in the air!"
what the-what's wrong here!"
objected the astonished pilot. "This
is Waswanipi, amt it? Where's Is
adore?"
Come out neutrality-suspicious.
or"
"Say, what's this, case of high
jack? Who are you birds? Where's
Isadore?"
Finlay flung back from the door
OF the fuselage: "We're Mounted Po-
lice and you're under arrest!'
Good Gawd!" The pilots face
dropped into his hands.
..Finlay peered into the freight
compartment of the plane. "Look,
Red! She's loaded with cases."
"Now what in the devils this
stuff"
Red" announced Garry, opening
the tinfoil wrapper of the package in
his hand, "these are nothing else
than bricks of opium, worth one
hundred and fifty dollars apiece in
What Isadore gets for
them, God only knows! We've
struck Isadore's gold, Red! And
what a strike!"
Reds blue eyes bulged as he
stared at the opium brick in Fin
lays hand. "Well, I'll be ham,
strung! Taking a gold strike on
the river to cover his smuggling
dope from a, ship on the Bay. That
clears up a heap!"
"It does more. We've solved by
accident the most battling case of
narcotic smuggling in the history
'f the Dominion police They've
been watching the seaports for
years for this stuff. 1t was sent
'ron1s Europe by schooner to Hud-
sons Bay, flown here and then
south. Don't you realize that this
means citation and promotion for
is both?"
Garry's face sobered with mock
gravity. "You will remember, Con-
stable Malone, that we have suspect
ID this from the day we reached
Naswanipi and have hung on by
'ur teeth for the sole purpose of
this shipment and break
ng up this ring of smugglers."
I'm bears left eye will We've
'een after Isadore for murder and
till are. But chief, Mrs. Thistle
Malone will never know that her
ed-headed husband isn't as clever
is he looks
Towing the plane, they CROPPED
heir way into cove and anchored
to makeshift buoys. At The camp
rfthe mainland Wabistan was wait
ng.
IF the wind holds, the fire will
each Isadore's," said Finlay.
Wabistan's face wore the innocent
ook of child. Eyes, Isadore will
,urn"
"You set that fire, chief"
A panied expression spread over
he gnarled features of the old man.
lie shook his head in dissent.
Finlay's eyes twinkled. "Whoev-
r did it, chief, was a personal
riend of mine. The fire will take
most of Isadcre's men into the bush.
oday, and give us our chance. Now,
cts move"
Finlay and Red, wearing service
lOuSeS, belts and Stetson hats hur-