Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1950-09-14
CHAPTER FOUR.

CHAPTER FOUR.
From little natural meadows
which existed here and there along
the trail, Marion could see out
over an awe-inspiring expanSe OF
Countrywide on mile Of tumbled
mountain peaks, deep, shadow
filled canyons, high, jagged, snow
covered crestS.
Hank Lucas abruptly refined in
his horse.
What is it?"
There's an elk" he said.
HE looks as though he's get
ting ready to attack" Marion said,
alarmed.
He is" Hank grinned. But
he'll get our scent before he does
any damage. find out we amt
E other elks, and beat it" He
turned to her sharply: Il don't
notice you trying to photograph
him. If you didn't come in here
to take pictures, why did you come
in here?"
She said. IF I told you, would
you keep it to YOURSELF"
IT might"
Marion'S speech was quick and
nervous: II came in here to find
my brother. I think he's the one
who was with Frank Adrian"
Hank spun his horse so he was
facing her. "Okay, he said quiet
\. ly. suppose you tell me about
him"
IT don't know too much about
It," she said. THE last letter I
: had from Harry was last summer.
, He was at Twin Falls then. There
was an ad in the paper stating
that a man who was going into
the hills for his health wanted a
partner who was fully familiar
with camping, trapping and
mining. This man was willing to
give a guarantee, in addition to
q half interest in any mines or
pelts. 1t sounded good. Harry
wrote me he'd answered the ad
and got the job. that he liked his
partner a lot, and they were going
to head into the Middle Fork
country. That's the last I heard
from him."
HE give you any address,"
Hank asked.
Yes, the county seat back
there"
You write to him there?"
THE letters came back. I don't
think Harry would have gone
away and-well, he wouldn't have
gone this long without writing I'M
less something has happened"
st see," Hank said. Your
brothers name Harry Chandler"
Harry Benton" she said My
name is Marion Chandler Benton.
I didn't want to use the last name
until knew more about things"
They rode on for another half
mile. passing now through big
game country. Twice they saw
deer standing watching them.
Usually the deer don't hang
around so much in the elk coun-
try" Hank said. but there seem
to be lot of them here. L
What's this?" He stopped
abruptly.
Il don't see anything
Hank pointed to a tree.
"Oh, yes, see it now. It's a
blaze, different blaze from this
trail blaze"
Hank turned his horse down the
ridge, following the faint trail.
Shouldn't you leave note or
something, in case the pack string
catches up with us?"
They'll see our tracks," Hank
said.
They skirted wide patches of
down timber, lost the trail twice
on such detours but eventually
picked it up again. Then, with
out warning, they came to a little
clearing and a cabin.
Marion looked at the cabin for
a moment, then flung herself out
of the saddle. Its the same
cabin that's in the picture" she
said.
They crossed the little opening
and Hank pushed the cabin door
open.
There was a wood stove of
rough iron, two hunks, table, a
rude bench, row of boxes which
had been nailed to the wall so as
to form cupboard and in which
were few dishes, knives and
forks. A frying pan hung from a