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ed away slightly as ‘Mabbe yes, mab The Evening World Daily Magazine, Tuesday. June 22; 1918 out his hand and touched the big fellow's pack. ™ The Swede back he answered: room now, he thought, yet he was Bot sweating, and his mouth felt as dry as a piece of wool, Peter Saint be was nowhere in sight; neither could see about that yust now I tank I have some more chuck. Ay ban might; tole you. Come o1 you and Big Dan kall eat supper The young woman laying @ part forced upon ought, she had no need turally, The from his food-cramming at the table and glanced her way. As Dan the Swede saw Peter Saint ‘m of Babe half in lo struggled with all her strength to break from him, he began to tremble in all his great body as he cried in what was now 4@ whining treble: “Pete Saint! ING CHAPTERS, vot, {ing United States to play it quite so more he saw of the big Swede, the greater became his antipathy toward ‘im, Peter Saint busied himself tid the cabin for the night. her corner, the air, while 6 = Don't let her yump. For the love of God, don’t let her np. Bhe ben de loup-garou. Don’ et er It was then Jensen reassed that, in spite of the man's enormous bull and muscular development, Dan the Swede concealed in his -breast heart of a rank physical coward. Evidently Babe hi @n unconquerable antipathy toward the Swede, for it was necessary Peter Saint to take her into a dark corner and chain her she would remain at all quiet. Even then she continued, at every move- ment of the giant Swede, to bare her teeth oe ks and make ap- ry REE CHAPTER III. UBER 2 < A Truce for the Night. © wished success for hie mis- sion into the North; Quite as much did he wish to play as fair as possible with this young woman who was making a deeper impression on him than any woman had ever made before. Again it was the noisy sledge dogs hat rescued Jensen from his embar- asement regarding Miss Kerrison's question. He was framing some sort of & vacuous etatement about hav- ing met Springvale at Harvard as an explanation that might satisfy her desire to know how he had first be- come acquainted with the sick man of the charcoal burners’ camp, when both teams of animals tied outside the cabin broke into @ ohorus of vig- orous howls that sounded like Bed- Jam let loose. Loud as was the canine pandemo- nium, it could not drown a@ bull-like volee heard roaring vociferous salute bellowed the voice outside, as some one on the cabin Saint, what's the matter, dead? Why you don’t open door for ter Saint stumbled toward the door. Miss Kerrison got up and peered confusedly about, as if soarch- ing for some place in which to con- as she whimpered in : long nourished @ big Swede seemed to ugh sort of deference to thie action Jensen could un- derstand least of all. He could not hear their talk, for CHAPTER Iv, The Cajoling of Dan. EFORE Dan the Swede en- tered the cabin on the Lit- tle Babos the fire had died poorly lighted. Being busy with the desire to gratify his stomach, he had noticed neither Miss Kerrison nor Alan Jensen. Af- ter chaining Babe in her corner Peter Saint threw fresh logs on the biase, and the big man first appeared to catch sight of the habitan’s With @ brusque glance at Jensen the Swede stopped his eat- ing and strode toward Miss Kerrison, Thrusting out @ greasy his jaws still bench on which Miss ted, was seal The cumbersome tote fered with his eceating hi bench, and begin to wi that encircled the Swede’s massive shoulders, At first Dan offs gome protest to this; but she play- fully drow one hand down cheek and he suffered her to continue. Having released the bag from his shoulders, Miss Mallabee was for throwing it into @ corner; but Dan would not permit from her hands and it beneath hie feet, after whic ing Woman resumed hi the bench, and they continued their conversation in low tones. injured arm had been ‘ing him furiously for eome time; ut as he continued to Me quiet, an fumes of the Perique soothed hia began to feel easier. ther it was the effect of Peter Saint's generous supper or the heat 7 room he did not know; few moments he began wey and several times caught himeelf almost dropping off into sleep as he lay there on the bench musing about his quest. So far he could not consider that any epoch-marking been made on there was somethin, on between them tl people at the Little Babos camp fear the Secret Service he was certain of. And they knew the man Springvale, and Springvale had had the spurious yssession. All this con- vinced Jensen that he was on the right track; but just how far Miss Mallabeo, Peter Saint, and Dan the Swede were involved in the counter- felting he could not decide. Neither the Swede nor the habitan @ sufficient de- to be either at toward the cabin. munohing food, But I ban sur- Here ban Miss Mallabee! Hallo, Miss Mallabee, You ban giad see Big Dan, I bat you?” broke into what he probably intend- ed should be a m but his distorted into a vile leer, heart dropped. She had the lied to him. it was Mallabee, not Kerrison. 01 habit of owning than one name? Jensen had bullt up in bis beart a dream of something much finer than Well, the dream was now; yet he felt like beatt man’s face into a jelly for thi “Come, come, my man, you'll have your manners better than that,” said Jensen impulsively. “Don't you know enough to wash that filthy hand of yours before you offer it to a Jensen frowned darkly as he stepped between the outstretched greasy paw of the Swede and the whom he must now coal herself, frightened tones: “It is Dan the Swede. I was afraid they would send him. To think it should be that ignorant beast, when there were others that might have it fetching smile, tures turned it Jensen gathered from her actions that Miss Kerrison was for some rea- eon terrified at the prospect of meet- ing this latest visitor the storm had brought to the Little Babos camp. He attempted to reassure her. “I beg you will not be alarmed, he declared, trying to speak as comfortingly as he could. “You may feel assured that no harm ean come to you while Peter Saint, Babe and myseif are here. Even if sI lose the use of my other arm,” he with a rueful smile, as a dart in in the injured limb shot to- “I think Babe Miss Kerrison,” Bats thet crooked going t made these tward his shoulder, would offer ample protection against ung woman ® dozen; she is very efficient, I as- Malla- “I must trust you,” she whispered hurriedly, coming so close that he caught the intoxicating perfume of Ber hair, and, placing one hand on Me arm, “I fear that man coming as TI would the very flen|s of the infer- nal regions; but I must force myself to be agreeable to him; why I can- not tell you now, but I must. the primal brute personified. try hard to understand that I am part that {s forced upon She spoke very earnestly, and was difficult for Jensen to resist the temptation to draw her close in ‘his arms and comfort her as he would have comforted a foolishly fright- “This much I will tell you,” she was adding, when the door cabin was thrown open and Miss Kerrison had no opportunity to finish her sentence, huge form gurrounded by «@ witriwind of snow and sleet, bringing with him a gust of Icy air that was enough to chill even the warmest clad mortal to the very bone, there came into the cabin what Alan Jen- sen might at first have taken to be some gigantic blond caveman caught ‘ough some miracle from past 4 dropped in this isolated hut the Little Babos. This last traveler of the night was nearly seven feet tall, with arms the an ordinary man’s thighs, tt reached clear to his knees 4n hands so vast it seemed ey could be human. nnon ball shaped dome int in a prog- led jaw of mas- jaw that was shy brows and The Swede broke into # roaring guffaw that fairly shook the rafters of the cabin, and Jensen could scarcely believe his’ own eyes when he saw Miss Mallabee step forward, grasp the Swede's huge, dirty fist in both of hers and shake it warmly, as sbe declared with a rather forced laugh: “He doesn't under friends such as we don't mind a little thing like that, do we?” “Ay tank not,” answered the Swede. ‘Miss Mallabee and Big Dan ban good friends all right, Mist’—Mist'—* “Let me make you acquainted,” said Miss Mallabee, coming to bis relief, “This is Mr. Alan Kerrison, Mr. Daniel Shake hands, She gently touched and he thought he caught a meaning glance from her eyes. Since she had Ppeared to possess gree of intelligence the head, or even close to the head, of so extensive a counterfeiting plan. ‘They were more likely subordinates who understood little or nothing of what was really going on. ‘was no telling about Peter Saint; he was @ puzzle, at times Jensen enter- tained a conviction that the man was not at all what he appeared to be on ‘When it came to Miss Mallabee, Jensen was also obliged to acknowl- edge himself to be considerably at sea, Very reluctantly he had placed her in his scheme of things as close to the focal point of the entire affair, yet at no time since she had first ap- peared in the cabin had he been able to erase from his memory that pecu- lar, pathetic appeal of sadness in her eyes and in the mask of her face. Around it he had been pleased to weave a rather romantic little dream; she knew all about feiting plan, but in tl she had no part; knew and was sorry, ‘Thus does beauty and a melancholy glance silence the most sober com- mon sense when youth appeals to youth in the flush of its adventure. That the young woman really knew most of the facts he wanted to know he felt reasonably sure, yet, at times, it was extremely difficult for him to even hold to this idea in the face of her air of good breeding. Yet, again, when he remembered how she had deceived him regarding her name, and when ho saw her exerting coarse feminine blandishments in cajoling Dan the Swede to discard Me tote bag he was almost ready to believe anything of her. Jensen suddenly opened his ensen’s arm, greasy fingers, he co his grasp they felt like a bunch of squirming eels. “Hello, Mist’ Kerriso: glad to see you,” salut eyeing Jensen athletic form from head to heels with an approving “Ay tank you ban damn fine He, too, accented the expletiv: and seemed to watch Jensen's keenly with those pig-like eyes of his as he did so. It suddenly came to Jensen with impact of complet that this man, of all the three who had arrived at the Littl was the true A North” alluded to in the note, and that the tote bag the man carried on his back contained the package Springvale had been coming for. this were true, he knew it would not big counter- 6 actual work- that was all. incredible th: tremendous cal of skull came to & nathous, blond bear sive proportions, a@ overshadowed by bu evilly twinkling blue eyes. ‘The vast bulk of him, ni and ungainly, was awesome, yet h most amazing feature was that, though clothed above flimsy blue shirt that cealed his hairy breast, he appp: features broke into “Jas, Ay gas you ban all in @ ihe waist ban the word, Mist’ ecarcely con- Jensen hear him moving about any- where, The firelight showed Babe stretohed out on her side in her cor- ner asleep; the twitching muscles of her legs indicating that her dreams were of recent animosities, Dan the Swede and Miss Mallabee were still seated on the bench across at the other side of the room. Jensen attempted to rise to a attting position; the exertion made him and giddy, and @ furious twin pain shot down his limb. He became aware for the first time that his en- tire left arm had swollen to such size that it almost filled the sleeve of his mackinaw coat, and the bandages Peter Saint had adjusted felt like bands of steel crushing the very bohe, Lifting his head, for he could not face closer and upward toward his own, and began to cover her lips with kisses, mouthing, meanwhile, mingled curses and coarse terms of endear. side, only to return quickly as he Now dese young man, Show me where is dese young man of de lettalr, my good Baby!" Blind as he was, the hebitan ap- peared to accurately sense conditions ho dog's cries and actions, and to realize that It waa no use to at- tempt to save the cabin, that littie more than human ives and perhi & few necessities could be ed After Jensen had been dr side, where the cool air quickly re- vived Him, the habitan and his dog returned to make what salvage they might of provisions, DODOLODL LOS IODIDE enw WENT WEEN'S COMPLETE NOVEL IN THE EVENING WORLD of Lazy Y DELILE PERLE LDEN SE THE COMING OF TH The Boss AAA PREPLIFS ‘By CHARLES A _Authgr of “THE TWO-GUN MAN, APR ARATE habitan, telling him it was no time for him to take such risk, not heed her prote: ories, as if each wi cheer on the other, both dog and man the cabin door. Jensen, lying there helpless, could bear no more; he closed his eyes with & shuddering intake of breath only to open them again as a quick inapira- through his maddened Babe, in her corner, snapping at the length of her be, with her wolf heart hate of the Swed not sufficient strength to of arise, but he thought he might man- age to roll his body over and over un- baie 4 — her aide. cost of infinite pain he gained the dog's side. LTZER blankets and Cursing the fever and the weakness that held him captive, unable to help, lay motionless upon Peter surrounded by a howl. wildly excited do; storm beating about his head a: ming in the sick i wisn to press nel sue suadeniy sod 4 caught some hint of bie Joo! With one des- ttempting to Pp gy good arm he J anny ‘bt chal collar end yeled enriiy: vest aa bt Babel Good girl, get snoutea a vail to MP had been attempung t porary sheiter trom material houetted black figures cut jainst a curtain of ugly red flame: try as he would, Jensen looked him: arise, down at bis hand; the skin was all blotohed with purple, the hand swol- len tly. Like the crushing down of « hea’ cabin making the scene ap- ke a dream of the infernal ons, ‘he wind sent man bending low, grasping the collar with one hand and ing his face with the other arm. ed as if only @ mirach man or dog alive from trom the fire, ‘ the komatics, Peter,” Il make the back Put the best 'y sledge; load wolf-collie, shot through ing yellow etreak of or the guttic aa fangs. of the duffie on MA bag that this must fur and be the ood poisoning from either axe cut made several days back or from the bite of Peter Saint's dog, he did not know which. The thought of t this meant to his mission into the North made him even more faint and sick. And now he began to sense trange and outlandish ideas, utterly foreign to all sane thought, atttempt- ing to crowd into his brain, As Jensen looked toward Miss Mal. labee and Dan the Swede, undecided whether to call out or to remain quiet, he noted that Big in was sitting oddly quiet, his feet still resting upon the tote bag, but with his head hang- i} Miss Mallabee was heavy body made logy by the tremendous supper he had cently partaken of, must labee reached down and lifted one of Big Dan's feet from the tote bag. Slowly, gently, the huge splay foot was lowered until it rested upon the floor. Then the other foot w: an sen saw her begin to drag away the tote bag, inch by inch. Soon ghe deemed it safe to move more rapidly, and grasping the bag with both hands, she dragged it toward the fire. Crouching there, she drew a cased hunting-knife from her bosom and began to rip away the can- vas covering with quick, nervous movements. In an instant Jensen realized that whatever Big Dan the Swede carried in his bag, it was of as great interest to Miss Mallabee as it was to him; it put a gleam of hope into his heart that she might not be mixed up in this colossal counterfeiting plot to her discredit after all. Just what was in the bag he could not see, for Miss Mallabee merely ran‘ her arm in where she had ripped sas “4 to veo ete Paper, open glanced for an instant at the co: tents, and then thrust it into the bosom of her waist. Then she drew from the bag several irregular disce of fiat white material and held them toward the frelight to inspect them. Even from the distance where he lay fensen could see that these circles she held in her hand bore the impres- sions of double eagies! Miss Mallabee drew a gold ooin from her skirt pocket and matched it against one of the white discs. In his eagerness to lose no move- ment of the young woman, Jensen at- tempted to turn his body so that he might gain a clearer view. The pain thus caused must have made him cry out, for, in his hectic, half bewildered condition, he heard his own voice utter a mumbling shout. An the sound of his cry itt the silence of the cabin, Miss Mallabes tossed the white discs quickly into the fire and crouched lower in startled attitude over the opened bag in an effort to conceal it. Dan the Swede lifted his head. Even his sleep dazed brain sensed conditions with that un- erring instinct nature imparts to those who live much in the open. With a@ brute-like bellow he rushed toward the kneeling woman and twisted his great fingers about her throat as he shouted: “Yon ban treacherous oat, Kerry Mallabee; you ban worse than wol- verine. Damn ced you try to make foo] of Big Dan!" With gripping fingers the Swede bent the young woman's form across his knee and gazed down evilly into her wide, staring eyes that shone like spots of fire against the dead biue- white of her face. For an instant she gasped and struggled weakly, then lay quiet across his knee and her body re- Jaxed. CHAPTER V. Hate of the Wolf. T eight of the young woman being so cruelly strangled, Jensen was overcome with blind fury. A world of love for the woman and hate for the man filled his heart. Calling all his lagging energies into play, he arose to his feet, only to stagger headlong for @ single step and crum- ple impotently to the floor; the fever raging in bis swollen arms had rend- ered him more helpless than a chili. For an instant the Swede gazed eyes. down into Miss Mallabee’s staring, “That's what,” nodded Jensen. think you are the man I was sent up to meet here, and, if I don’t mistake, that tote bag on your back contains a package I am to take with me on the return trail.” to feel the zero temperature than an ordinary pe felt a summer breeze. he carried a heavy canvas t With another bellowing upper table and began RP tfuls of food into famished animal. As he attempted to turn his head, the cramped condition of his limbs and numbed shoulders indi¢ated that he must have dropped off into complete It was fearfully hot in the On his back Jensen reached cramming great fis unseeing eyes, his own features dis- torted with animal-like rage. Then his mood changed, and he broke into @ horrid, gurgling chuckle, drew her HOW TOM “WON OUT” — No. 8—A Mother’s Plan uw we outh, like a le od before the fire watching Miss Kerrison at his side. hands rested lightly on yet not so lightly but 6 tremor in her fingers. 1 from Babe drew Jensen's arm; that he felt th Buddenly & now a ’s attention aw: Swede. The big wolf-collie evidently did not relish the advent of thi west arrival was “crouched in the centre of the he hair along her spine stand- nd straight as a cockatoo's scle tensed, T d upon the back hen the sensitive ear med to catch the ger in her growling under- y fingers with- plumo, her every mui dog had all but of the Swede, W ter Saint see and he darted wir: er steel collar, fetching her up ghort and standing, almost choking the breath from her body, “Baby!” he chided angrily, Deese ees wan fine from Camp Argyle. eh, what? You suppose huskie malamute dat fight wid, eh, what refusing to be subdued by firm, but good-natured tinued her deep-throated them now so loudly about And she knows what stands in thie way of realiza- tion of that dream. The way to it liessalong the road of education. To “do” things, things. But the father's acc’ boy's schooling. and. she "om's mother ponders what her into a young man, under- ‘also for her boy, to Be cane Wad boy has revealed to Tom must “know" ident has checked the her master’s chidings, con’ jeven the Swede that raging h light and make a sott bed for A moment after the habitan and Babe had vanished from sight @ sud- den shift of wind came luckily from back the flames the north corner hi ing into the pit of funeral pyre of Dan the Swede lacked nothing on, Cruel splendor. The biting cold soon brought tle strength to Jensen's body, low- the ered his temperature, and drove away the images of delirium that had beset He buried his ewollen arm in the snow and folt grateful for the slight temporary ease it gave him from the bitter pain. Then he arose to a eitting position and looked about for Miss Mallabes. 8! was standing close by, gasing toward him with an odd look wreathed about her sensitive mouth and sombre eyes. The keen outer air must have brought quick recovery to her as well as him- self, he thought, The instant he caught that odd look in the young woman's eyes Jen- sen realized ite meaning. Peter Saint and the dog were exerting efforte toward saving whatever might be possible from the burning cabin, while he was sitting idle watch! them, She thought him a coward, an this was hardest of all to bear; yet what could he say? him to tell her that it was he whi the dog when she was being strangled across the knee of } that even now his head #o reeled with fever that her like a wraith in his sight. There was nothing he could she must think whatever her heart prompted her to think, Something in the mi titude, the unmistakable record of agonizing pain in his features, or the the south, beati and smoke towar of the cabin, It was their one o! White Jensen and Miss Mallab watched with eager, straining eyes, two forma rimmed in red glare came crawling back toward the door, but pitifully slow. The dog arely move for the weakness smoke-choked his thoughts. 2 lod form, a cry that. bi pointed to the tarpaulin @ stifled whimper as the dog’s ated ad been working. engendered by her instinct of self- jungs, yet sbe dragged her master Swede fight. the ume you are ready, — be taken where he can be erly cared for, and Camp Argyle the best and only place for “But, Meese, there is ti wot weel he say? witty and Ligh wiftly and lightly - bee's fingers touched the tate tan's lips, as glance Jense: Good Babe!” cried Kerry Mallabee, rushing toward them and with oagernesa in every loosen the grip her hate held fast. Certain that unless he could release them quickly death was in those fangs crunching relentlessly into his spine, the Swede now attempted to roll his huge body over and get Babe her back beneath him. vast bulk of the man was more cf- fective at thie sort of game, and his wrestler enabled him to first onto her h him, But the of her jaws would not permit 0 take advantage of his position and bring his full weight crushing ‘Those teeth, At lat Babe gained the door, With ‘Taere is the one final, desper: leap her master out into a pil Just as the cabin roof crashed in with a mighty roar, and the hungry flames shot up fifty feet into the air. Peter Saint hugged that precious medicine case in his arma, and Babe rolled about in the snow to quench the smoutder! that dotted the furry coat the clothing of the other, Happily neither Peter nor the dog Babe had breathed the killin into their lungs during th ageous dash into the burning Little Babos cabl the wild North that they were, it was but a moment before both felt quite themselves again, “Give mo the medicine case,” cried Korry Mallabee as Peter Saint stood up, beating the snow from his smoul- clothes and gulping in great mouthfuls of the cold air to clear his “You are a brave it was not for bi then be careful what Dan the Swede ‘qrery nerve tn be tle with a hush of acute agony, weak~- ening each muscle at its source of , and paralysing hie very brain itself, rendered him well nigh help- less, He could only hug the bod: of the dog in his arms and rol bitndly across the floor moaning with It was wolf uppermost in the dog’s nature now, and Babe's iron grip je's neck grew tighter, the pain-crased man forced to one last desperate form swayed Bay ory gut with ing thongs that secured tl salvage from the burning cabin. A word hore and there of their - versation had been caught by sen's bearing, super. by the drug ho had wan as inexplicable to much Choctaw. Even had his by the nightmare brought the true-hearted woman in Kerry Mallabee to the surface, She knelt impulsively beside him in the snow, lifting bis swollen arm aa she cred in “You are hurt terribly. your arm is swollen? The hand ts purple and burning hot. Wh; u tell me of this before? blood potsoning from Babe's lungs of smoke. man, Peter Saint, dear, as I always knew she was. Now we must see what can be done for this man, I am afraid he is very ill.” Jensen lay supine on Peter Saint's sledge, seeing little, hearing less. He was trying with all his strength to fight back the nightmare of that seemed closing in on him. He knew it was deliriam, knew it meant the failure of his mission if he al- lowed it to get the best of him, for then would come loose babblings and talk that would be certain to reveal the true purport of his Journey into upon the until finally wes not been beset pred] o. Sone 90 have felt certain that ir talk had reference to Case BM482. The onl: made him believe it Mallabec's actions with tote bag, and the fixed idea held to since that nij coal burners’ camp the *ieht track to a solution rfeiting mystery. The sledge teams of and Kerry Mallabee consisted really about him, he managed to arise to ct the dog with him. ‘Then, fastening his fingers in Babe’ he pried them open and thrust m him. But it was too late— the dog had done her work. With @ staggering lunge, the Swede hurtled dizsily forward into the fireplace, dead, scattering glowing brands right and left across the cabin floor. Miss Mallabee lay senacless where her when the @og’s body struck him. Her hate barking and e door that led into the second room of the cabin. The thick furry skin where Jensen had lain upon the floor before the fire when his arm was dressed was biasing fur- The dry, tinder-like logs of the cabin floor were afi dozen other places wher soattered by the Swede's body had In a few moments the en- tire building would be ablaze. Boset by fever and delirium, Jensen hardly realized whether the dancing flames about him were real or fancy. He could do no more than le there thinking over “Where was Peter Saint? was Peter Saint? Would he never come in answer to the dog's Had he purposely remained plot between Miss Mallabee and the habitan that he should keep out of sight while shi attempted to beguile the big Swed carding his To Jensen it seemed an eternity; yet it could have been but a few sec- onds before the door at which Babe was furiously barking opened, and Saint stuck out his tousied, inquiring sleepily: Why den you don’ let Sin Petair sleep, what, eh?” Jensen had just “The cabin is ablaze. Big Dan fell into the firepli and ‘od fire all over the floor; it's a dozen places, ‘The Swede ts dead: get Miss Mallabee out quick.” he lost consciousness and his voice tratled off into a whisper, Peter Saint's sensitive nose had already caught the odor of burning He reached down and og one hand on the dog’s head as “By Gar, dere’s sure wan _beeg fire loose heere somewhere. Show Sin Petair de young lady, Queek, queek, lady, Miss Mallabee! the habitan’s meaning after he had repeated Miss Malla- bee's name several times, to where the young woman lay inert upon the floor. flames had almost reached her skirts; her clothing zg as Whether {t was the pain returning to Ma injured arm or an excess of feeling at the young woman's tender sympathy he did not know; but some- thing made Jensen crumple up back- ward again, weak as a baby as he heard Mise Mallabee shout to Peter Saint, who was now busyi: straightening out the duffle he had been able to rescue from the burning Fa z af # 5 ) He was muttering hoarsely to him- self with clenched fingers and nails that bit savagely into his palms when Kerry Mallabee bent over him, ho:d- ing out some liquid in a medicine spoon. “No! No! I won't give in, I say; I won't, don’t you hear? he mumbled childishly, in a feeble attempt to stiffen his own courage in the fight against the fever and de- 7 appeased, dashing at th Bring me your medicine case quickly. This man ia desperately ill! nine and strychnine immediately. Peter Saint and He must have i Babe came run- ning toward her through the whirl of snow and sleet, “Eh, what ces eet you ask, Meese) Deese medicin lef’ een de burning cabin. “But we must have 1 “Tt is life or death. We must, must,” in hia aar above Yan't you under- an is dying with blood srhapa contracted from Tho habitan hunched his shoulders and thrust forward open palme help- lessly as he answered: “But the cabin, she burn.” “There's Babe, surely you can send her in once more?" pl labee, as she placed her hand on the habitan’s arm and nightless eyes with tears in her own. believe Babe can find the medicine caso if you tell her where it is; she is a wonder in that way.” hesitated P. Saint, pleased at the complim had paid his dor. wan chance, Baby? Shall we try for breeng out dat medicine case on shelf in corner? That black bag in corner? In corner shelf; you know where eese dat, my Baby, eh, what?" Afier several repetitions the dog understand what was She raced eagerly heads. were kept from trailing band fastened under each Peter Saint did not harness ther the Hequimau the Labrador pack fashion; but is something that will ahe said tenderly, thinking was addressed “Drink It quick Hke @ good boy,” an encouraging emile, as she attempted to force tho spoon between his clenched teeth. At the sound of her voice Jense caught himself together, opened his lips and swallowed the draught. “That's fine!" said Kerry “Now swallow thia” oblong gelatine capsule into his mouth, It was an herole dose of strychnine Kerry Mallabee had admin- istered to her patient, but it brought strength and courage to fight th fever and the delirium, He looked up eyes with grateful thanks as he felt the drug bite into his muscles, almost instantly ing up the action of bis lagging hear with strong bounds. empted to rise, chided Miss Mallabee, “you mustn't try to get up; Ie back on the komatic and try to be com- fortable; save all your strength for the journey that is ahead of us. Now that the cabin ts burned, we must tr: to beat out the storm on the baci trail to where you may be cared for. Can you stand a ninety-mile sledge journey?” she asked as she placed one soft hand on his burning brow. It was a wonderfully cool and com- hand that smoothed back Jen- air, and the brown eyes that looked questioningly down into his would not have been without their appeal to @ man tn all bis strength. On Jensen, beset with pain and the of delirium that seemed only waiting an instant of re- laxation to rush in and overcome him, the effect was to almost bring the tears welling to his eyes. ment more of her pitying comfort and Alan Jensen might have forgotten his loyalty to Chief Hilkie and told Kerry Mallabee that, even tnough she were the ringleader in this colossal coun- terfelting plot that was United States Treasury he was with her, heart and soul, to his angry protest them tandem, as do the Ni Mounted Police, thus, with Ngent lead dog, te pron D nd more effort for the driver, she shouted roar of the storm, CHAPTER VI. On Dead Man's Trail. 8 Peter Saint, Miss and Alan Jensen lett She poked an looked into his and started on the trail began for Jensen @ journey of nearly one hundred that will long linger in bis In order to keep bis weak form on the sledge it had been bind him there with cords. as this had been done, cruelly into his flesh at the sledge runners. beat pitilessly into his rain of sharp sand, for they were travelling into the very teeth of He felt so much "Dere eos always ‘And the storm required of her, Peter Saint called her back. Toe tateues ote 0s Ol ered nor felt; thus his body ture of 105 degrees was not without some small benefit. And con! he was trying to fight back the um; trying by sheer force of hold his mind to sane things and t@>y study bis case. Aa the sullen dawn broke and & gray, ghastly light It up the id see the wavering li dogs stretched out ahead, their brown bodies, from which the steal continually radiated, rising, fall swaying from right to left with ¢ maddening, regularity of a sensele 'e longed to get out ao stop that ceaseless motion; to si them fighting among themsel' anything to break up tnat re beat of motion as they raced on. Occasionally the mist-shrouded ure of Peter Saint would fall into line of vision, the habitan plying whip over the beasts with mere! vigor when the pace became too slow to satisfy his own idea of progress. At Peter Saint's lusty ery of, * Wot you th theese ees some parade, eh, what fur and flesh. y rather sorrowfully. “I feex you so the fire don't catch He began to rub great handfuls of wet meet into her long hatr until she was plastered all over. Off she darted again, her master call her back once more before she had time to reach the Rubbing snow on his own Babys de young only to hear Babe's collar, down and said tenderly: my Baby, I theenk we both go, eh, what? send heese Baby anywhere he By Gar, I theenk would have been ablaze. Picking up her imp form tn his Peter Saint ran stumbling to- ward the outer door, found it, threw back the bar and carried her out- Mallabee attempted to restrain the A New EVENING WORLD —— Illustrated by WILL \UCCESS MOVIE” JOHNSTONE —— By Hazen Conklin the dogs would race forward for a few paces, back into the stor: with a single windward eye the open one watching his ny ahead and the faint sigas of invisible to man, yet unm! able to these Intelligen: (To Be Contin GOING AWAY FOR SUMMER? Remember The E ning World prints each week ‘That night Tom and stie fave another talk. "The way has become clear to her “you nial fo fo aps school, Your won't per tl try to needs the money, Tom i§ Where you will have your evesiags H Tom plays Valr witti Mr. Scales. He luis intention to look for a different job reason. The grocer, who has Saysa, “I'l be to lose j, butt Wi doing the get thing? me thiok Tom watches thie “ails” in thie and at enrte Scot te tent sort he Is lookit ve ts permis 8