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> = SSS: STANLEY (Coprriahs, 1915, by Little, Brown & Co.) SYNOPSIS OF PRECKOING CHAPTERS, By eh, w soften tt, 4 dat deese mooch at al he Daoe sak taieen ! The blisaard voward trOPHer In CHAPTER VI. (Continued) On Dead Man’s Trail. theenk?” soft volce rost, the siedges were turned back to the gale, and Miss Mallabee came up to where Jenson lay fighting his stlent Such sily, battle against the fever, She would @iip her warm hand into his fur mit- - A T times they stopped for & geese mans dey leave no track behin', habitan. But why asked Jensen, “Wall,” answered the habitan slowly, as he rolled the water-harde: of a mitten between his palms to SHAW devil, else why dey walk about widhout hat? ‘Dead Man's Trail?” leather ‘Dere cene some pipple say trail eese always fravel night by many men, and dat deese trail eese niways travel gho's, dead men. Dere ees Antoine Lavoucheaire, he eese wan fin’ beeg deese country; Antoine he Wi may wan tain back, a bees moonlight night, he see twondy, thirdy, fourdy, mabbe more, meng, all w'ite, lak snow, wid big wiite packs, race down dees trail like mad devils. An’ wot you ‘The habitan dropped his to an awed whisper: “All engle-footstep, eh, what you “That's foolish nonsense,” said Jen- ‘Surely you don’t take stock in childish stories?" “As for me, I don't know,” sald the “But it ees keep many ten, find the pulse in his wrist and, if Pipples away from deese ‘Dead Man's the need seemed to call for it, make him swallow more of strychnine and another quinine cap- sule. Since sho realized the serious- ness of his illness, sho had dropped the notion of referring to him as “this man who calls himself Kerrison,” and Dow called him simply, “Boy.” These canny stor! regarding tain myst moved ove much to ki consisted of. tan so garrulous about ba I theenk.” *utting two and two together, Jen- the bitter sen thought he knew why these un- les had been spread abroad the trail; it was probably to keep prying eyes away while cer- erious loads were being rit. He would have given now just what these loads Having found the habi- the matter alight rests and her presence by his of the trail, Jensen thought to try him aide had come to be like oases in Jon- @en’s nightmare journey. “How do you feel now, Boy?” she Would repeat softly as she counted his throbbing pulse-beat and searched his face with her sad eyes. “Better,” he would always answer, no matter how he might actually be go feeling, and perhaps add: “And thank you a thousand times for being 80 kind to me. I really don't believe T deserve it.” “I'm not worrying about whether you deserve it or not; it is enough to know you need it," she would answer, Then, perhaps catching his look of warm gratitude, she might add: “L should probably have done as much for Big Dan the Swede, were he as helpless as you are.” At this Jensen's spirits would sud- further on was a must Jensen. toc south,’ “Dees back, eet from Petet ft coffee and a handful of biscuits. He drauk the coffee, but the biscuits jhe could not force himself to swal- low, even when the habitan soaked “them in the hot, sweet drink and urged him for the sake of the added warmth the food would bring to bis more inf ody. Miss Mallabee munched her bis- cuits, drank her coffee and then fell asleep as she sat leaning against a shelter pole, so fatiguing had been much if the day's journey and so wakeful knew, yet her previous night at the Little Babos camp. heavy fur robe about her form, placed a “piece” against her back, » then lit his pipe and began to thaw certain; terious pe desperate out his frozen mittens and pacs, as appropriat: he squatted before the fire with Babe lately oe oe there was Babe had not been harnessed in with the other dogs during the day. her own, to which was fastened a string of tough caribou babiche. which the habitan tad kept woun about his wrist they travelled, Babe gulding her blind master on his way, It was she, in fact, who had done the most toward keeping them all on the trail, altho the lead dogs on both Peter Saint's and Korry Mallabeo’s sledge appeared to know quite well where they were expected to go and to have travelled this jour- ney mauy times before. portion of the long fur about Babe's neck had been badly burned i coy away in her dash into the Little bt Babos cabin, and now she preferred recy yep to remain well sheltered from the ferro wind and very close to the comfort. {stactorlly ing fire. The remaining do; thell stomachs distended with a pemmi jay curled up in th their backs to the wind, appearing to sleep as soundly and comfortably had pi interest. fall despe: was to be calloused forties instead of hovering around the zero mark. No great amount of snow had fallen, despite the twenty-four fours’ storm, which had been mostly Sn¥ «reat olinding sleet and bitter wind, pauee, Jensen's temperature had gone plonk An 4own with the fall of night, and he ter, how. vi seally felt somewhat improved. It ts very likely that no more suitable con- {tion to combat his fever could have een found than in this wealth of erisply cold air that had been con- stantly pumped in and out of his lunes all day; that, together with the heart stimulating strychnine, had al- ready done much to purify his blood of the poison that pervaded jt and to fortify his white corpuscles in their battle against the treacherous invad- ing germs of septicemia, ‘As he saw Miss Mallabee's head fall forward on her knees and knew that as deep in the sleep of utter exhaustion, Jensen attempted to open conversation with the blind habitan busving himself about the fire. “Ponny thing | never met anybody actually on the trail coming up to vers’ camp,” he finally said musingly after a few words of commonp'ace ith the habitan. “And thace few people I did meet in the Weinity meemed to fight as @~ of me as though I were the @2vii himself.” Peter Saint broke into a dry chuckle ‘and began to nod his satyr-like “Sure, sure, sure,” he answer “Dere eese no mans walk mooch on Bin Petair's trail, You know for why?” he asked, Then, as Jensen shook his head in denial, he con- ued: “Wall, deese ees call ‘Dead an’ only devils walk deese ‘Trail,’ Eiver’body in ‘Bin Potair and hees Baby SS . : Numbair One, Trail, eese go nord. come on Trail Numbair Two, he got cabin, on Trail Numbair One, two trail, dey cross at my cabin, Eet ees wot dey call a station for’—— How much more valuable tnforma~ tion Jensen might denly drop most unaccountadly, as hoe thought, and he would again be- gin to puzzle his brain over the in- explicable conduct of this handsome “Bur-r-rt young woman, who possessed the rare I'll sit up ability to close to him, get thoroughly yet still pres und the serve. and hesitated se fet 4 ~— (ed aie fhe had scemed to feel entirely dif- The habitan drew mt ferent toward him since realizing the affectionate title of “Boy” she bestowed on the trip to C entirely independent of Kerry the same subject. “Springvale told me this was called “Trail Number One,’ and that there ‘Trail Number Two" keep carefully clear of, “What's the Trail Number Two—is that haunted, hat said matter with “Trail Number Two eese always to the habitan. Dead Man's Beeg Dan, he " answered he had not burn in the Deese have gathered r Saint's loquacious chat- ter had it continued, he did not know, for the habitan sentence in the middle with a grunt, and Jensen saw a slim hand reach over his own shoulder and touch the man's lips lightly Miss Mallabee was awake. “You had better lie down and sleep, Peter Saint,” said Miss Mallabeo, as she came shivering toward the fire, suddenly bit his with one finger, Tam chilled clear through, awhile, tend the fire and warmed while you take a nap, Peter.” The habltan protested that he had no need for sleep; but Miss Mallabee When night came, they halted, and {ngisted and, after throwing more the habitan managed to throw to- wood upon the fire, Peter Saint finally gether a rough, lean-to tarpaulin curled up in one corner, ofsthe shelter *ahelter. Then he built a fire and and was soon sleeping like an animal, mado coffee, Jensen's sledge bed His thin bedy seemed thoroughly as drawn close to the blaze, and hardened to cold, for he scorned to eter Saint brought him a tin cup even take the usual camper’s com- fort of lying with the soles of his feet toward the fire. Jensen was not feeling in the slight- est degree drowsy and, some success in questioning Peter Saint, ho bad having had ‘a keen appetite for ormation regarding this strange tangle of haunted trails, mys terious packages and still more mys~- ople. That Miss Mallabee could tell him she were 80 inclined he he doubted if she would That need of his illness he was no woman could instinctively e and s0 softly speak that had upon him unless some actual interest In the man bimself behind tt ae ensen knew, in ja heart, a Tnstead, she wore a special harness of , And Jensen Knows Oa this. fascl- nating young woman, whatever might be her connection with the counter- felting plot he was running down, assed beyond the stage ot mere ft He had often read that it was a common failing of sick men to rately in love with their nurses; he was now passing through the experience, Lying there, thinking these things over, Jensen finally came to the con- clusion that wi ever information gathered about Case BM432 mp Argyle must be He wasn't going to make er. That matter being sat- adjusted he felt much re- Neved mentally and closed his eyes to try and sleep. ‘Alan Jensen had not been con- nected with the United States Secret Service long enough to render him toward criminals—of the though the thermometer were In the forninine persuasion, at least; neither had his experience with women boen so extensive as to endow him with understanding of feminine he was obliged to stumble best he might under these He had settled the mat- ‘er, With bis own nature, ‘The ‘‘ad” says to call at the lawyer's office at 10 o'clock the next morning. Tom is there well before that time. | be need than himself, hasn't come in yet , Seated at isitdown Kerry Mallabee had been studying Jensen's face for some time as he lay by the fire, warmly wrapped, on Peter Saint's sledge. She could tell by his irregular breathing that he was not yet sleeping, Finally she spoke, “How do you feel now, Boy?” she asked, not untenderty, Jensen had been lost in oo and the question starued him, le glanced up nervously, She wae sit- ting on a pack beside the fire, her back to the shelter, the blaze lighting up the warm brown glow of her face and the wandering strands of spun gold hair that escaped from her hood. Her chin was sunk in the palm of her hand and her elbow rested on one knee, Her sad, sombre eyes seemed to Jensen almost to have read his very thoughts, “Better,” he answered, as usual, “But that's what you have been telling me all day,” she protested, with a little smile, “According to the number of times you have registered progress you should be about 100 per cent, more than entirely well by no! It's real this time,” he assured her, with an answering smile, “IT lieve the ewelling in my arm gone down some, and it doesn't in me to any great extent now. ei” he continued, impulsively, as he moved his swoilen hand into the firelight, with a painful twist of his body. “The purple blotches have all disap- eared from my hand.” ‘It does have a more healthy color,” she said, as she bent down and in- spected it, “And 1 think it is time you had the wound dre: Bur-r-r, it's a wicked place here to do it, but if you'll grit your teeth while I un- roll Peter Saint's surgical dressings Til dress it again.’ At the cost of considerable effort, for she was shaking with cold, Kerry Mallabes managed to wash Jensen's arm with the pungent asep- tic and to readjust the pandages. “Did I burt you?” asked anx- fously, a8 she placed his swollen arm again beneath the furs, causing Jeu- sen’s face to turn milky white with the pain that came from the neces- sary motion. “Not a bit,” he assured her, with & wry smile. ‘He would have endured agony ten times greater if the reward were but auch nearness of her pres- ence as he had felt while she min- ist “Thank you h back into a position of comparative comfort. ‘ou certainly are a thor- oughly competent physician; between your strychnine, your quinine and your surgical dressings, I'm begin- ning to feel like a new man, “Like somebody else besides Mr. Kerrison?” she asked, with a little moue thi not withoyt Its twist of sarcasm. The arrow found its target and again brought to the surface the per- sistent idea that would never seem to down in Jensen's mind; that she really suspected the part he w: playing. Yet her remark did not far abash him that he could not r turn her arrow. ‘ot quite so changed as that, Miss Mallabee,” he said. “Or shall I call you ‘Miss Kerrison?’ You told me yourself your name was Kerrison, but Big Dan called you ‘Miss Mallabee. “My name is Kerrison Mallabee, she retorted a bit curtly as she tuoked the bottle of aseptic wash back into the medicine case, “My friends usually shorten {t to Kerry.” “I am sorry I misunderstood,” sald Jensen contritely. “It was etupid of me.” The two fell again into silence as Kerry Mallabee replenished the fire and drew her seat close in an effort to warm her chilled body. Presently she turned again toward Jensen and asked, with a little puzzled frown overshadowing ber sad eyes: “Tell me just what happened in the cabin before it caught fire? I have wanted to know, but this is the first opportunity I've had to ask you. The last thing I remember js when Big Dan was choking me across his knee, and 1 saw you stagger toward us and fall, Peter has told me that Big Dan is dead; did you kill him?” “Babe killed him,” answered Jen- sen; then, {n answer to her question~ ing look, he went on to describe the battle between dog and man in the Little Babos cabin, neglecting, how- ever, to mention his own Important part in the affair, “But Babe was soesrety chained in her corner; did she break her chain?” insisted Miss Mallabee. “I think she m have, or gotten loose in some way,” answered Jensen rather diffidently. Kerry Mallabee had continued to study his face intently. Now she said musingly, half to herself, half to Jensen: “T don't think I understand you, quite, Peter Saint has already told me that some one snapped open the steel catch on Babe's collar, Surely Big Dan would not be lkely to do that, would he?” “Oh, well, if you must know then,” answered Jensen boyishly, “I snapped her chain. I saw what a terrible fix you were in there with the Swede, and I knew I couldn't aid you againat the brute in my helpless condition, so I managed to craw! to Babe, turn her loose, and sie her on to fight him, It was little, but it was the best I could do.” “Little?” repeated Kerry Mallabee ardently. “It 4 me from that horrible beast of a man; tsn’t that something?” Thi after a moment sen made no reply: great big boy, aren't you? T suppose that's why I call you ‘Boy.’" She stepped over to the sledge and began to tuck in the furs about his form as she continued: “Now you must go to sleep. We have a long, hard journey before us to-morrow and you'll need all the strength you can muster to make it. Sertl (jes! dozen are sitting in the outer office, A few minutes later another boy comes in, and then a small procession of boys, until, by 10 o'clock, a Fascgi” ms keen-looking man enters and goes to the I want to #ee you wake up with an appetite equal to the biggest break- fast Peter Saint can cook.” Her hand lightly brushed his cheek as she tucked the fur robp close about his neck. “Good-night—Boy—and pleas- ant dreams.” z Again Alan Jensen found himself wondering if he were fool or wise man, That final gesture of Kerry Mallabee as she adjusted the fur cov- erings about his neck might have been @ mere accident, or it might have been the simple promptings of a motherly heart toward a sick man; but, somehow, it reminded him un- comfortably of the moment when she had unloosed the tote bag from the back of Big Dan, the Swede. He finally dropped asleep to fall into a strangely distorted dream of to lure him off the path he was fol- lowing with sweet music, soft voices and caressing gestures. But in his bodies and talking brains and he could see their wicked hearts beating and hear their evil minds concocting held firmly to the right path and reached his destination safe and sound, Then he awoke to find it was ing over the fire, was brewing a gen- erous pot of that Yargull coffee. The odor was glorious. Jensen's appetite a liberal breakfast, CHAPTER VII. Fighting the Blizzard. lessened through the night; but with daylight it began again ‘and whirled about ter with greater fury than ever. Peter Saint shook his head soberly as he sniffed the wind and held up of the air on his palm. “Wall, my Baby,” he said, eee one becg, hard journey ahead for make eet. Eh, what you theenk, my Baby?” . Babe barked an expression of her of any sort of weather, and tugged vigorously at her leading string fas- tened to the habitan’s wrist. but I theenk you sing wan deeferant song before sleep tam to-night, my leetle sugar-plum.’ Kerry Mallabee, trying to be cheer- ful. “A storm so early in the season es this can't last long.” agreed. “I theenk thees ees wan beeg she-devil of a biiz,” he declared, as he harnessed the dogs. “An’ she ees teeth; she steel can bit Jensen Was not feeling @s strong as he had on the previous evening dered by the herole do nine he had previously evaporated somewhat, and though the and the skin showed a fairly healthy color, he felt depressed and sensed the lassitude of the reaction that Kerry Mallabee's face looked drawn and tired in the dim morning light. She spoke seldom and declared she in spite of the fact that ehe wa: warmly dressed and sat close to & roaring fire. Jensen noted her Saint was adjusting the wrappings on his sledge, he declared to the habitan: Peter. I'm not going to ride here to- day. I'd feel like a fool doing it, I'm well enough to walk, with a little ner when I get winded. Miss Mal- labee is all beat out and shall take my place on the sledge.” beautiful snow sirens who attempted dream these sirens had transparent schemes for his destruction, so he morning and that Peter Saint, bend- had returned and he managed to eat T HE storm had been greatly their flimsy tarpaulin shel- one naked hand to catch the feel deese day? She ees wan bad day determination to press on, regardless ‘Vairy well, my Baby, as you say; “Don't discourage us, Peter,” said But the weather-wise habltan dis- not old enough yet to loose all her ‘The unnatural exhilaration enget ewelling in his arm had not increased, came from a lessened heartbeat, had felt cold all through the night, changed appearance, and as Peter “Let me out of the straight-jackot, helping tug along on the sledge run- Kerry Mallabeo protested that she would do nothing of the sort. “You're not fit to travel on your feet, Boy, she declared, “God knowa what's before us to-day would enough for a well man; but for a me in your condition it is impos- sible.” “Impossible or not I don’t ride,” answered Jensen stubborniy, as he crawled out of the fur coverings and squatted in the snow, “I'll ait here until I freeze unless you ride on that sledge, Why, bless your heart, Girl, @ little healthy exercise is the very thing I need. She looked at him curiously. “Are rou delirious again? Why, I don't lieve you can stand.” “Stand!” he retorted, ris d leaping into the that!" Then he grinned boyishly as he added: “Suffering Caesar, Girl, you've no idea how those thongs you hound me on that sledge with yes- terday hurt. [am going to fasten you in to-day, and that’s the main reason ting to walk.” ‘With a wan smile, for she really was about used up after her two leepless nights and the previous day's hard journey in the storm, Kerry Mallabee took Jensen's place on Peter Saint's sledge. “It you will promiae to let me know the moment you feel fatigued?” she bargained. They started off. The order of travel was now the reverse to that followed on the previous day. Peter Saint and Babe took charge of Kerry Mallabee's komatic and the dog team, going on ahead while she trailed be hind with his more seasoned animals to his “Bee At 10a tall, spare, A buzzer sounds at the desk of the boy stationed in the outer room. He goes to the office the man had ehtered and Tom hears a sharp, precise voice say: “Send me the boy who came here first.” that might be expected to follow with little attention. At the couraging ory t you beog they raced bravely for- ward in the teeth of a blinding gale. It was slow progress, ‘They had to fight for every foot of the way. The aledges moved easily enough, but the storm had obliterated many of the signs of the trail and tho highly in- telligent Babe, who acted as pilot, be- came confused several times. “Whenever he discovered Rabe to be in doubt about the trail, the habitan would halt both teams and prospect ahead with her for a bit, murmuring soft words of endearment and speak- ing with her as if she were actually a sentient being with a reasoning brain. Truth to tell, Babe appeared almost that, and never failed to get her true bearings soon, whereupon they would all start off again, re- freshed by the slight rest. It took but a short period of this heart-breaking travel against the bit- ing wind to convince Jensen that he had greatly overestimated his own strength when he imagined he could keep up with the wiry Peter Saint. Had it not been for each short re- spite when Babe searched for signs of the trail, he would have had to give up early; but these rests served to afford him breathing spelis, and he took fullest advantage of them, grit- ting his teeth and keeping pluckily on in spite of his weakness and the pain in his left arm that had now started up again, as the fatigue poisons from the exercise filled his blood. Finally Kerry Mallabee made him change places with her for a time, and he had « longer rest. Late in the afternoon they all halted, and Pe- ter Saint managed to warm up a can of coffee, It was drunk without con- densed milk or sugar, but it was, at least, comfortingly hot; !t put new vigor into their tired bodies and they struck out again for Camp Argyle. “Teto de Loup Cache cere lectie way on,” explained Peter Saint to Jensen, as he urged on the dogs. "Bet eeso Wan fine bees rock wid nice warm south side, We camp dere for the night. Plenty firewood. Mare- chon, my sugar-plume Even the hard-bodied dogs were beginning to feel the wrath of the storm in their wiry legs, and the pace was slow, Jensen had again changed places with Kerry Mallabee and phe was having a needed rest on the rear sledge. For some reason Peter Saint's dog team #eemed more wear- ind than the others, perhaps because theirs had been the heavier load, Sev~ eral times the habitan obliged to go to the rear and ply his whip vigorously because they had lagged too far behind the other sledge. As the early dusk fell, Babe found the trail more difficult, and Jensen's periods of rest were considerably lengthened, Peter Saint would not halt and camp, however, as he deemed ‘Tete de Loup Cache to be well worth fighting for. During one of these rests Jenson fell into a momentary doze as he eat curled up on the for- ward sledge awaiting the habitan's return with Babe. It was with a rather sleop-mud- dled brain that he resumed the journey after this last respite and they had been travelling steadily on for some time when he suddenly sensed the unusual quietness of tho rear dogs. He looked back along thi white trail shining in the night where their tread had stirred up the snow. ‘There was no rear sledge in sight! Dogs, komatic and Kerry Mallabee had disappeared, either gone off the path somewhere or lagged so far be- hind that they were lgst to sight. For an instant the bleak horror of the situation almost overcame him. Kerry Mallabee wandering in this barren wilderness where no man, let alone a woman, could possibly live for any length of time! His heart went out to her with a wild longing to find her quickly or to share her fate. He ran forward and caught Peter Saint by the arm, “God {n heaven, man, where's the other sledge?” shouted Jensen to the habitan. “They are not following, I can neither see nor hear them.” “My Gar! Meess Mallabee!" ex- claimed Peter Saint, as he halted and held one cupped hand to his acutely sensitive ear. “My Gar! I don’t catch wan seengie sound from dem dogs,” he added in a whisper. “My Gar! My Gar! por leetle Meese! She mus’ be los’.” ‘Think quick, man, what can we do? There's not second to lose,” shouted Jensen, as he shook the dazed habitan’s arm, “There ees only wan theeng,” de- clared the habitan. “We mus’ go back and fin' w'ere dey leave the trail.” In an instant he had turned his dog team about and they wero racing on the back track of the sledges, @ trail fast becoming indis- tinguishable in the falling darkness. But for the acute nasal organs and the sharp eyes of Babe, they could scarcely have held to it. Crazed with anxicty, Peter Saint and Jensen almost outran the dogs, the habitan ahead, crouched over as he sped on, led by Babe with her leading cord tied to his wrist. Suddenly Jensen saw Peter Baint stagger forward and fall over some obstacle in the snow. It was a roll of furs and one of Miss Mallabee's mittens that had been dropped from the rear sledge as her dog team had turned sharply off the trail. In an instant the habitan was up, only to stagger forward and fall again with a groan of pain. Half dazed, Jensen knelt tn the snow by his side as he shouted above the wind: “What is it? What's the matter?” “My Gar, I theenk my ankle she mos’ broke,” moaned the habitan. “When I go for step she mos’ keel me.” A New EVENING WORLD “ Od —— Illustrated by WILL B, ag Wa a 7 f i} i} Ushered into the Ne uit ess Tom's heart leaps, He was the first boy and he knows he is to have the first interview with Mr, Jones. sand straij both feet, b ight, on ject, and to appear alert and Again he pluckily tried to stand up, but it was no tse; the slightest Weight on his ankle made him cry out with pain. “My Gar, | guess Sin Petair he ees done for,” he declared, sadly, aa he lny back groaning In the snow, while Babe barked and tugged at her load- ing string, anxious to follow on where the rear sledge had turned. iddenly the habiton noted Babe's excitement, He listened to her barks and whimpers, “My Gar!" he sald, "T theenk dees ees right trail off here, eh, what, my Baby? Ket was Sin Petair and hees Baby wot got astray, eh, what?” rvenanmngnncine ey mnt NEXT WEEK'S COMPLETE. NOVEL The B — Author of “THE TWO-GUN M. heart, and hie brain but recently re- sirius about seemed filled with recurrent ex- It was only the ef- feot of the intense cold on his strained filled bis mind with ly her capers and whimpering cries Cuvered from 4 Babe plainly seemed to indicate that the habitan’s view of the matter was plosions of light. corr The wise is on Pot Saint's komatio hy t to the cor. eyeballs, but it rect trail and gone on with Mallabee lying on the rear sledge, ll, that’s so much to the good = “I said Jensen, greatly relieved. can't matter with your ankle.” Decently skilled in backwoods sur- pac and thick woollen socks removed. He ran his sensitive firgers over the ankle, ‘There could be littl about what was the matter; a dis- placed bone was almost protruding through the flesh. Peter Saint would not be able to step on that foot for days. There was nothing for Jensen to do but bind the injured ankle as best ho could and lift Peter Saint on to the | Ho komatic. ly making the habitan as com- aa possible, Jensen took Tabe'a leading string, and th two started off, leading the way on the trail taken by Kerry Mallabee and Peter Saint's dogs. Aa o rule sledge dogs do not often bark, the whine or the grow! is their “Girl answor por, yet a@ “B-o-oy! Mallabee's team kept up late aware t pected of mpanions’ track, appearing unusual effort was ex- Stumbling were in distress and must be Jensen encouraged them on shouts, entirely forgetting his own iliness in an excited desire to find only that Kerry Mallabee and make cortain thi no harm had come to her. The habitan plied his long whip unspar- ingly from his seat on the sledge. ered for. were heard In the distance, Jensen's heart gave a leap for sheer Jo} relief, Hallo faint, answering call Soon a piled black shadow could be seon blurring the trail ahead. It was the other dogs and the komatic, bunched together for warmth and.com- close inh ort. But the sledge was empty. Sinliates was not there! ? Soptortingt She had taken nothing; the sledge load was in its place. The dogs were not tangled; they showed no indica- tions of having been moving un- He broke into a loud, “Hallo! — “Boy! directed. It was as if her team had Ses you were lost, and Babo merely been hulted by ite driver foF Uae ty gearch for you.” For the first instant Jensen con- soled himself with the hope that Kerry Maliabee must certainly be somer where in the iinmediate vicinity. He shouted several times, jet her know of their arrival and that she would soon join them. There came no answer and his heart sank. He could no longer evade the realiza- tion that she was lost in this wilder- unrest nearess fering. was, as she said: being within hundreds of miles and sheér horror again overcame him #0 gwered, that he almost crumpled up in the snow, Then he catight himself to- gether, If dered off the trail, He explained matters to the blind habitan, adding’ “TN follow her tracks in the snow and soon find he: She can’t have gone far; she hasn't had time to.” knees and began to study the snow about the back track of the ledges. Peter Saint “Here ees dan yours,” Kerry M nose," her, Go ted to him, wi said. as he rubbed nderstan’, my Baby? Fin’ Jensen, as he added, comfortingly: “Don' worry; has wan fine nose; she fin’ her queek an’ breeng her back.” Babe ri Jensen close after her, she struck off to the left where he dor, id see What he took to be tracks woman. in the snow, Behind, Petér Saint shouted at frequent intervals to en- courage them and let them lonat, way again. Passes. employee, with deop barks, and Jonsen kept cry- travelled fast in her eagerness, ind!- cating that the track was frest, and Jonsen had all he could do to main- tain the pace with her and not drag too much on the leading line, Several times she went across gul- lies where the snow lay deeper, and warded her and the shouting, he was soon getting to le there; for a moment he could a human life, finally brought him up, leeward. arply upon his forehead, making it crushed in a relentless vise, Soon a new phenomenon brought added weakness to his over-stimulated MOVIE” ‘ONE —— Od il [ol NaN ee= "SUCCE! JOHNS hi ! 7 lawyer's presence, he takes pains to | are you leavi — back her sobs, listened. neomed to cail, Boy!" for some time. the Service that my leetle augerplum caped was, In et even now, a8 he looked tow her again in the cool soberness of ed back on the trail with second thought, he could almost be- Presently lieve the world well lost for so ten- and womanly @ that he Ingy man on Kerry distracting confuston doubly ditfoult to forge on. make Very fain the wild whirl of sleet, he heard a voice, little more than a whia- sound through his brain and galvanized his exhausted body into stimulating drug could have done. Here I am, and he was on his feet again in an fnetant, crying en- common method of speech, yot Kerry CoUrasment to Babe, whose sharper x rurious ears had probably sensed the mean- howling as they raced along on thelr ine of that sound even better than had his own. like a drunken man, that their team mates seising nothing before him, yet blind- ly fighting on with that faint ory still beating in his ears, Jensen went forward, he knew not wher the keen dog’s brain of Babe would lead him to her whom he sought and whom his heart hung- A few moments later he could Within a short time answering howls make out a dim form struggling to- ward him; then Kerry Mallabee fell and on his shoulder sobbing hysterically, . she murmured, “I and imagined there came a thought you were lost, and | went out to find you!" His heart singing with gladnews at having found her, hardly realiging what he was doing, Jensen held arms and murmured “It's all right now. We were the ones who were lost; from the trail and did not discover it ‘Then we came back, found your empty sledge, thought For ap instant Kerry Mallabee lay in his embrace, and the her sw ample reward oe net one jenly appearing to thinking to reglize for the first time where she sho broke away, thought he caught @ look of sad re- proach in her beautiful brown eyes fase withowt c hatteetion ora. puna a: its Met, wire nee “Ot course 1 can make it,” he an- “But you? You are tremb- Ting lke an aspen with weakness, Lean on my arm, or let me carry you?” he advled eagerly. ow; and he was tho only one able to Go It art’’or” uny neslata so beautiful He had believed, for the moment at loved her, know dreaded what that love might cause where the sledge was, though there him to do if it were ever returned was little dangor of Babe losing her but she had not met his mood; ah Her animal instinct waa had repulsed him, and therein lay -created com- sifety, Yes, he thought, Sere, © Soeeh AAD com- fafety for Case M482; ‘In future h ‘, call Would be the watchful Secret Service Babe answered her master’s call yo ther ho more giving way to wild ing Kerry Mallabeo's name. The 408 pia 'the mood It brought. ‘They finally managed to get back to the komatica. Peter Saint was so overjoyed at their aafe return he took the wolf-collie in his arms and re- with innumerable fond caresses as he declared: Wer mought his fest and ngs were AGG may tanbe, Sen testo Comer ation ae of lead, #0 difficult was it for him to ees de eyes, de nose, an’ de teeth for drag himself up. What with the pace gin Potair, yee. have to ant tlhe bees jomatic wit! winded, Once he fell prone and had foot w'ile dere ees work for to co Safe now on the proper trail, they Th scarcely muster strength enough to started on again and soon reached got to his feet again. An instant of Tete do Loup Cache, which proved to rest and the dogged determination be but a short distance ahead. It was that he must keep on, that {t meant @ gigantic rock with a sheer side to There was no cache there and he staggered on, The wind blew at present, but the name still clung. With plenty of a ache as though his head were being roaring fire was soon gol generous-sized, lean-to erected against the lee aside of the rock for shelter. By Hazen Conklin three-pole, In rapid succession thie lawyer plies him with per- finent questions’ “Name? Ever work before? Why ist give Ro aovers tly and ree fo give his answers Continued to-morrow, i oss of Lazy Y@ ;By CHARLES ALDEN SELTZER” and made it he muttered weakly to himself, as he fell hel “We should soon be able to catch up lessly in the snow for the fourth time. with her. Now lets see what's the His whole body and brain had re- laxed into the lethargy of utter ex- haustion when he heard @ haif-muted ery, Jensen soon had the habitan's ery borne down the wind. He threw up his head and lastened. Was it animal or human? He could doubt not tell. He drew Babe to him, choked and putting every ounce of strength and all his anxiety behind his voice, he shouted: Is that you? For God's sake, action as no we wandered and Jenseo Podge his lstance, #he id, ao little coldly, as he thought: “No, - think | can walk alone, She stumbled ahead, trying bravely to fight down her weakness, As they went on into Jensen got down on his hands and silently, side by side, led by Babe, Jensen's thoughts were filled with the memory of that delirious instant n he had held Kerry Mallabee so n pair of sharper eyes close to his racing heart he had felt her own beating furiously in unison, Iabeo's fur mitten on Babe's }ie knew that had she but responded to his mood, Case BM432 and her part in it would have been forgotten, The He handed Babe's leading string to realization of this treachery again! ho had barely es- wood available, haa bn hone boi im in ny RIERA Sell RR wony of pain it coat him to drag . helpless foot about, the Rabitan # ed upon making a pot of coffee, ing & can of beans, and frying all of which proved wonderfully forting to the three beat-out Kerry Mallabee continued to Jensen precisely as she had him before he found her lost in snow. She was s!'ll tenderly regarding the condition of his arm, and he could not say that s Voice was any the leas cordial she inquired about tt than it had before. Yet there was something ly inexplicable tn her conduct that kept him always at a certain as it had from the very first, for that single moment in the snow, made extended conversation and held him silent many times he would, otherwise, have clined to talk with h CHAPTER VIII. Into the Unknown, T was late the next when the three exhausted travellers at Teto de Loup oe i il wakeful Peter Saint had enjo; sloep, despite his painful the fire In the lee aide of the “Turk's head" rock had been to burn down to a heap of embers, ‘Tho wind and sleet had vanished to the south, and the temperature was now several degrees above sero. The fur-covered dogs sat about with loll- ing tongues, Peter Saint stretched himself with a yawn. i i i # i on bis foot. luck, theese bum ankle of Sin Petatr’s, by eundown.”” I think we'll make {t bet dar lallabee. =“, way, knew this storm couldn't last; it’ early; we're not due to be in up here for several weeks yet. Its seven years since we've had enow #0 early as this.” ‘Tho habitan sniffed the air, sat down in the snow and the woollen socks and : Fz Fy § felt Zz up. “My Gar, I theenk we make Argyle by sundown now, ¢h, my Baby? Marechon! Peter Saint strode off as an though he were stepping upon most perfect ankle in the wtead ot ee one eg = kept an inary man in for a week with his limb shot My As they resumed their sen's mind was beset by @ conjectures, What sort of was this Camp Argyle? What he mect there? How would they him, a stranger whom Kerry might perhaps tell them was querading under a name that not his own, and who was f decett and treachery’ fident of: Camp solution of Secret Service also fairly certain; for he knew had been steadily travelling and he assumed that the distance ered was sufficient to take them far from the lower Labrador thereabouts. He was algo they had not veered toward Bay, for he was reasonably with the bleak and barren character that vicinity, and, while the they had passed through had flat, 1t had not been without patches of fir and spruce along trail. perfectly ee was also that wherever he might be going, could be no turning back; a ref alone, at this season of the with dogs and komatic, would tically impossible for a self who knew not Tt was @ journey wit burned behind him. (To Be Continued.) GOING AWAY FOR SUMMER? Remember The By ning World prints each week complete up-to-date novel -— week’s reading! Have The