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yA te « * J. * at ” The M ende Ce ee erhOres oF PRnORIANG CHAPTER Somnath Vow ae CHAPTER XVII. (Contiowet. ) FTOR this, one by one, and two by o, there were / added others to the circle of waiting men about the fire. By 8 o'clock there were twenty. ‘They came faster afver that. With Ber- Rard, from the south, came Renault who had gone to the end of his ru From (he east, weet and south they eontinued to come—but from out of the northwest th led no trail, Of there was Thoreau's piace. after pack was added to the do the timber. Their voices ro: and drowned all other sound. Teams strained at their leashes te at the throats of rival teams, and ‘om the black shelter in which they Were fastened came 4 continuous @parling and gnashing of fangs, Over the coals of a smalier fire simmered two buge pots of coffee from which @ach arrival helped himself; and. on jong spits over the larger fire were dripping chunks of taoose and cari- bou meat from which they cut off thelr own helpin in the early da: there were forty who gathered about Father George to Haten to the final words he had to say, raised his hand. Th a Pack ne bowe his head and there was a Atrange mience, Words of prayer fell aol- emply from his lips. Partly it was in Cree, partly in French, and when he had finianea a deep breath ran through the ranks of t tened to him. Then he told them, beginning with Cree, in the three languages of the wilderness, that they were to be led that day by Jean Jacques Crojaset and Philip Darcam- Dal, the husband of Josephine, Two the Indians were to remain behind to care for the camp and dogs. Bi yond that they needed no Inatruction: They Were ready, and Jean about to give the word to start wh: there was an interruption. Out of tl forest and into thelr midst came a re—the form of a man who rose them like a giant, and whose Voice as it bellowed Jean's name had fn it the wrath of thunder, It was the master of Adare! “ CHAPTER XVII. R a moment John Adare stood like an avenging de- mon in the midst of the startled faces of the forex. men. His shaggy hair blew out from under his gray lynx cap. His eyes were red and glaring with the lights of the hunting wolf, His “deep chest rose and fell in panting breaths. Then he saw Jean and Philip, side by side. Toward them he came, as if to crush them, ant! Philip toward him, so that he was ghead’ of Joan, Adare stopped. ‘The wind rattled in his throat, And you Came without me"—— His voice was a rumble, deep, tense, like the muttering vibration before an eaplosion. Philip's hands gripped his xe as bard a6 oak. A held & His other fist was knotted, “Yes, Mon Pere, we came without you,” said Philip. “It is terrible, We did not want you two to suffer. We did not want you to know until it was all over, and ad ed a back | your arms, We thought it woul drive her mother mad. And you, Mou Pere, we wanted to save you!" Adare's face relaxed. His arn dropped. His red eyes shifted to t faces about him, and he sald, as he looked: “It was Breull. He said you and Josephine were not at his cabin, Ho came to tell Mignonne the child was @0 much better, and told me, , fast, running. He drew in a deep breath. suddenly he became like a tiger. ve who lis- I have been coming Then He up his great arin more than human, flerce and the walling of the w “Ye are with me, men A rumble of voico answered him. “phen come!" He had seen that they were ready, and he strode on ahead of them, Ife was leader now, and Philip saw Father George close at his side, olutéhing his arm, talking. In Jean's face therd was a great fear, He spoke 4 to Philip. If bh. meets Lang, if he figyts face «e foa/ with Thoreau, or if tfey call upon ua to parley, all is lost! S1'sieur, for the love of God, hold your fire for those two! We must kill them. Ifa parle: un. come toward it we No truce will be granted!” cried ilip, As if John Adare himself had heard his words, he stopped and faced those behind him. They were in the shelter of the forest. In the gray gloom of dawn they were only a sea of shifting ows n, there t* (9 be no merey this a~ he said, and his volee rumbled like an echo through the algles of the forest, "We are not on the trail of _men, but of beasts and murderers, Tho law that is three hundred miles away has let them lve In our midat. It has let them kill, It said nothing is granted, they will come to Ye will kill them—even as they us with a white flag, ? when they stole Red Fawn from her father'a tepee and ravaged her to death. It xs sald: ‘Give us proof » what Phoreau killed Reville, and that wife did not die ural death.’ #re our own law. In theue foreate GOD'S COUNTRY--- ___AND THE WOMAN _ Romance of « Man in the Frozen North — By JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD Auth of “MAEAN.” Pte, I cornered Motoosin, wr are manors hell at our dow And yet with oe Am i right, mea? This time i wee oot & murmur but Philp and Jean forged ahead to hie ode Ahoulder tw shoulder hey ied Joe ndred and cighiy miles from the Nor master of Agare were -logeed, T Fore? one % See Mower Marcy 7 Cite A SUPPRAGE MRADE wry ~*~ | ITS A LONG LONG WAY Pp CENTRAL PARK ) — smali-footed, parrow- Waleted—vut * were like rawhide, and Diled cheers thas were deop and wide. With the ureuwk of day the wind fell, the wky cleared, and it grew! colder, In silence John A Jean | and Philip broke the trats Hiei’ | followed clowe behind ( Mu sioner with his » dn followed « id halite breeds and Creed, thea came the sharp clink of | ae ritte ruck rifle barre). Voices were jow, mononyllabic; breaths were dee), | the throbbing of hearts like that of engines, Here were friends who we: meeting for the Bret Gime in month: yet they spoke no word of each othe: of the fortunes of the “line,” of wiv or children. There was but ou thought in their brains, pumping the blood through their veing, wetting their dark faces In linen of iron, filling thor eyes with the feverinu fires of excite- ment. Yet this excitement, the tre mendous passion that was working ja them, found no vent in wild outery, It was like the deadiy undertow of the maeistroma in (he spring flooda, It was there, unseen—silent as death, a frp lng ye al them to al, else, insénsating them to ail emotio: but that of Vengeance, was thodgat ‘ot sogeeine, ohn Adare himself seemed posses- sed of @ strange madness, He Bald no; word of Jean or Phiip. Hour aftur hour he strode ahead, until it seemed that tendons must snap and logs give way under the strain. Not once did he atop for rest until, hours later, 1 DON'T MIND 1 ALWAYS STANO IN THE su they reached the summit of a ridge, he pointed far off into the plain below, They could #ee the smoke Heveed bi from the movie Nest. A reath like @ great sigh swe; eae i pt through, And now, silently, there slipped @way behind a rock Kaskisoon and his Indians, From under his blanket- coat the chief brought forth the thing that had bulged there, a toim-tom. Philly and the waiting men heard then the low Te-dum-—' dum: dum of it, as Kaskisoon turned his face first to the east and then the west, north and then south, calling upon Iskootawkpoo to come from out of the valley of Silent Men and lead them to triumph, And the waiting men were silent—deadly silent—ay they listened. For they knew thit the low Te-dum wus the call to death, Their hands gripped harder at tho barrels of their guns, and when Kaski- soon and bis braves came from be- hind the rock they faced the smoke spore the Devil's Nest, wiped thelr eyes to see more clearly. and fi wed John Adare down into iN path. nd to other ears than their own the medicine drum had carried the Song of Death. Down in the thick wpruce of the plain a man on tho trall of @ caribou had heard. He looked up, and on the cap of the ridge he saw, He was old in the ways and the unwritten laws of the North, and like a deer he turned and sped back unseen In the direction of the Devil's Nest. And as the avengers camo down into the plain Kaskisoon chanted in a low monotone: Our fathers—come Come out of the valley, Guide us—for to-day we fight, And the winds whisper of death! And sige who heard did not laugh, Father George crossed himself and muttered something that might hav beén a prayer. For in this hour Kas- klsoon's God was very near, CHAPTER XIX, ANY years before, Thoreau had named his aerle strong. hold the Eagle's Nest. The ‘ brown faced people of the trails had changed it to Devil's Nest. It was not built dike the po on level ground and easy of act Its nortMern wall rose sheer up with the wall of Eagle Chasm, with a torrent two hundred feet be- Jow that rumbled and roared like dis- fant thunder when the spring foods wme. John Adare knew that this chasm worked its purpose, Some- where in it were the liquor caches which the police never found when they came that way on their occa- sional patrois. On the east and south sides of the Nest was an open, rough and rocky, filled with jagged outcrops of boulders and patches of bush; be- hind it the thick forest grew up to the very walla. The forest people were three-quar- tors of a mile from this open when (hey caime upon tie Grad of tue ione caribon hunter, Where he had stood and looked up at them the snow was beaten down; from that crouching retreat that changed swift- ly Into the long running step, of a man in haste. f, ke a dog Kuskisoon hovered over the warm trail His eyes glistened, und he held out his hands, palins downward, and looked Adare, still crumbles in’ the said in Creo, “They + are expecting us.” Adare turned to the men behind him. “You who have brought axes cut logs with which to batter in the doors," he said. “We will not ask them to surrender. We must make them fight, Coe we may have ~ oT theca ‘Br loge tor j NOROPY Worm BuT MOTHER (tay) SI Hor oF OMAN “TRYING Te IKEEP IN HIP HIP HooRAY ! eight men each. And you others fill your pockets with birch bark and Spruce pitch-knots, Let no man touch fire to @ log until we have Jesephino, Then, burn! And you, Kask..von, go alead and watch what {s happening!” He was calmer now, As the men turned to obey his commands he laid @ hand on Philip's shoulder. “I told you this was coming, Boy,” he said huskily, “But I didn’t think it meant her, My God, if they have harmed her"—— His breath seemed choking bim. “They dare not!" breathed Philip, Jobn Adare looked into the white —six Umes, ay fast as he could pump the empty cartridges out of his gun and fresh ones igto the chamber, With the sixth came again the thunderous roar of the Cree’ wle-louder. “Kaskisoon! led Jean then. The last of Thoreau's men had darted back into the house, ree of their number they had carfied in their arms. A fourth stumbled and fell across the threshold. “We have done. Quick—kistayetak!" He darted back over their trail, fol- lowed by the Cree, There would be no truce now! It was war, He was glad that he had come with Kaski- shoulders over his lox he watched. He forget himself in this moment when he was looking upon men run- ning into the face of death, In an- other moment came the crash of rifles muffled behind log wall He could hear the whine of bullets, the zip, zip, zip of them back in the spruce and cedar, Another hundred yards beyond Jean he saw John Adare break from his cover like a great lion, hia men spreading out like a pack of wolves. Swiftly Philip turned and looked to the left, Kaskisoon and his braves fear of the other's face. There was 8990+ were advancing upon the Nest with ho hiding of it, the same terripia TWo hundred yards back in the for- the elusivencss of foxes. At first he dread that was In bis own. gst they met Philip and Adare at the could not see them. Then, as Adare’s “If (hey whould, .we will kill them head of their people. voice boomed over the open, they rose “They were coming to ambush us when we entered the clearing shouted Jean, “We drove them back, ¥ fell under our bulle' The stil full of the devils, M’sier.” il be impossible to rush th cried Philip, seeing the gath- ing madness in John Adare's face ‘© must fight with caution, Mon Pere. We cannot throw away li Divide our men, Let Jean take twelve and you another twelve, and give Kaskisoon his own people. That will leave me ten to batter in the doors, You can cover the windows Wit * r with your fire while we rush across nde ee untariee on totes: che open with the one log. There ie ed now Into no need for two. Joan it was necessity. Care With Popiiitp ie right," added the Mis- In the face of John Adare's words #19her In a low voice. | “He is right, that there was to be no quarter Jean J0M. It would be madness to attempt still feared the possibility of a par. ' 7ush the place tn a body. | by inches, Philip!" he whispered. “We will eut them into bits that the moose birds can carry awa Great God, they shall roast over fire: He hurried toward the men who were already chopping at spruce tim- ber. Philip looked about for Jean, He had disappeared. A hundred yards atfead of them he had caught up with Kaskisoon, and side by side the In- dian and the half-breed were apeeding now over the man-trail, Perkare in the hearts of these two, of all thom gathered tn this hour of vengeanc there ran deepest the thirst for blood with the suddenness of a flight of partridges and ran aewift footed etraight in the face of the windows. ‘Thus far the game of the attackers had worked without flaw. Thoreau and his men would be forced to divide their fire, It had taken per! of a minute for the first forward rush of the three part jd during thie time the fire from windows had concentrated upon Jean and his men, Philip looked toward them «main, They were in the open. He caught his breath, stared—and counted eight! Two were missing. He turned to his own inen, crouch- ing and waiting, Eight were ready with the log. Two others were to follow close behind, prepared to take the place of the first who fell, He looked again out into the open field. three-quarters ley, a few minutes of truce, the ‘ F There came a long, clear ery from meaning of which sent a shiver to lached hands rolaxot. || as the halfpreed, a snout trom Adare, the depths of his soul. He sald tne men.’ 4 screaming animal-like response from nothing to the Cree, And Kaski- “ifteen minutes later the different Kaskisoon, and ut those three signals soon's lips were as allent as the great flakes of snow that began to fall about them now in a mantle so thick that it covered thoir shoulders in the space of two hundred yards. When the timber thinned out Kagkisoon picked his way with the caution of a lynx. At the edge of the clearing they crouched side by.side behind a low ‘vindfall, and peered over the ton. Three hundred yards away was the Nest. The man whose trail they had followed had disappeared. And then, suddenly, the door opened. and there poured out a crowd of excited men. The lone hunter was ahead of them, talking and pointing toward the for- 4st. Joan counted—eight, ten, eleven d his eyes searched for Lang and the forest t n divisions of the little army had take: bits of shru’ up their positions about bhe clearing. Philip was In the centre, with eight of the youngest and strongest of the for- est men waiting for the signal to dash forward with the log. First, on his right, was Jean and hie men, and two hundred yards beyond him the master of Adare, concealed tn a clump of thick spruce, Kaskisoon and his braves had taken the windfalls on the left. As yet not a man had revealed him- self to Thoreau and his bend. But the dogs had scented them, and they stood watchfully in front of the long Jog building, barking and whining. From where he crouched Philip could see five windows, Through these would come the enemy's fire, pecple fell behind rocks, ‘and upon their faces. that same breath the crash of fifles in those beyond th the open drowned the sound of wall of the Nest. Philip's cue. He rose with a sharp ery, and behind Lim came the eight with the battering ram. It was two hundred yards from their cover to the buliding, They passed the last shelter and struck the open on a trot, Now rose from the firing men behind rock and bush a wild and sava, cheer, Philip heard John Adare ro: ing his encouragement, With each shot of the Crees came a piercing yell, Yard by yard they ran on, the men Thorea. He cursed the thick snow He waited. It was Jean who was to panting in thelr excitement, Then nows Though !t he could not make begin, and draw the first shots, Sud- came the acreech of a bullet, and the them out. He had drawn back the denly the half-breed and his men shout on Philip's lips froae into ai- hammer of his rifle. broke from cover, They scattered, lence, At first he thought the bullet At the ellck of [t Kaskisoon moved, darting low among the boulders and had struck, But tt had gone a little He looked at the half-breed.. Tis DUS, partly protected and yet visible high, A second—a third—and the bit- breath came in a low monosyllable of understanding. Over the top of the windfall he poked the barrel of his gun, Then he looked again at Jean. | And Jean turned. Their eyes met.! ‘They were red eyes and narrowed by | the beat of storm. Jean Croisset from the windows. ing dust of @ shattered rock spat into ONE OF THE MANY THOUSAND PEOPLE WHO ARE READING knew what that silence meant. He might "have spoken, But no word | THE EVENING WORLD'S moved fa Vy Vuseen, his right tant made” orogs over is neere || Complete Novel Each Week? Deep in his soul he thought & prayer, If not, you robbing If of the richest fiction treat ever Joan looked again at the huddled ” group. about the door, ‘And. beside dere of a newspa The Evening World, every week, prints a novel by some famous author, These novels are issued complete in six large daily instalments. r plan has long been demonstra’ “COMPLETE NOVEL EACH WEE serios is the foremost work of such “best-seller” authors as Robert W. him there was a terrible silence, held his breath, his heart erased to at, and then there came the crash- ing roar of the Cree's heavy gun, and ove of the group staggered out with a shriek and fell face downward In| fhe snow. yen shen dean SARs Chambars, Mary Roberts Rinehart, Rupert Hughes, James Oliver Cur- rifle ax he trie to recognize 1 Morgan Robertson, Margaret Widdemer, George Randolph Ches- Another moment, and half a do: Joseph Vance, Edgar Rice Burroughs and many others ef rifles were blazing in their direction, equal celebrity, ' a tuen ‘his hi Philip drew himself head and their faces. With @ strange thrill Phillp saw that the fire was not com- ing from the windo' amoke came from low of the building. Thoreau and his men were firing through loophvies! Joba Adare and Jean saw this, with joud cries they led thelr m fairly out into the open in an effort to draw the fire from Philip and the log-bear- ers. Not a shot was turned in their direction, A loaden hail enveloped Philip and his little band, 6 of the log-bearers crumpled down without a moan. In- stantly his place was filled. Twenty yards more and a second staggered out from the line, clutched a hand his breast and sank into the snow. The last man filled his place. They were only @ hundred yards from the door now, but without a rock or a stump between them and death, An- othet of the log-bearers railed out from the line ans lip sprang into the vacancy. A fourth, a fifth -and with @ wild cry of horror John Adare called upon Philip to drop the log. Nothing but the bullets could stop the little band now, Seventy yards! Sixty! Only fifty more--and the man ahead of Philip fell under hia feet. The remaining six staggered over him with the log. And now up from be- hind them came Jean Jacques Crols- set and his men, firing blindly at tho loopholes, and enveloping the men along the log in those last thirty yards that meant safety from tho fire above. And behind him came John Adare, and from the south Kaskisoon and his Crees, a yelling, triumphant horde of avengers now at the very doors of the Devil's Nest! PRP Philip staggered a step aside, wind- ed, panting, a warm trickle of blood running over his face. He heard the first thunder of the battering Hee ‘ainst the door, the roaring voice of ton ‘ re, do then a hand like ice smote his heart as he saw Jean huddled up in the snow. In an instant ¢ was on his knees at the half- breed's side, Joan was not dead. But in his eyes was a fading light that struck Philip with terror. A wan amile crept over his lips. With head on Philip's arm, he whispered: "sieur, | am afraid I am struck through the lung. I do not know, but Iam afraid.” His voice was strangely yen that If I should go be went on, and Fiashos of nder the roof CHAPTER XX. No moment the Gying Agure of the Pree Treader had Ge appeared With « last glance ot Jean, whe wes siowip #inking back inte the snow, Philip dashed in pursuit. Where Lang had buried bimmeif In (he deeper for- ont the trees grew 0 Ubick thet Philip could not see Hity yards ahead of bim. Hut Lang's trail wae distinet—and alone He was running ewifuy Philip had motioned Lang hed no rifle | He dropped bis own bow, and drew | bie platel | Thus unenoumbered he made ewifter | progress Me had expected take Lang within four oF Bi but minute 4 race without an- my. He heard back in the direc. of the Devile Newt barking dose, and half & doen shots, the ing fainter and fain n lanes (rel led him unea- a pee inte one of the fout-beaten tedly aisles of the foreat where there were the track of a number of men. At this point the thick spruce formed « rout that had shat out the it several minut { catching a glimpse of the man, at least a mile from the Devil Nest when he heard the volees of \inen, and then the whine of a cuffed dow Cautiously he picked his way through the thick cover until he 4 vlowe to the edge of a amall an instant it seemed as hie heart had leaned from nto his throat, and was Wit fifty paven of him were both Lang and Thoreau, But for a moment he scarcely saw them, or the powerful team of elgus huskies, harnessed and waiting, e 4 a cloth bound about outh, her hands ted behind her, was Josephin At sight of her Philip did not pause to plan an attack, The one Lime 44 that leaped into his brain like fre was that Lang and Thoredu had ‘fooled the forest people—Josephine had not been Nest, and the two were attempting to | get away with her, A cry burst from his lips as he ran ir wero panting Instantly the facing him. Lang waa stil from his ron, He held In the crook of Thoreau's a rife, atid “> fas! to his shoulder, the mui Philip's brea: Josephine had turn From her smothered lips came a choking cry of agony, Philip had now raised bis automatic, It was level with his waistline, From that posit he had trained himself to fire with the deadly precision that is & part of the training of the men of the Royal Northwest Mounted, Be- fore Thoreau's forefinger ant pressed the trigger of his rifle a str fire shot out from the muasle of the automatic, Thoreau did not move, Then a shudder passed through him His rife dropped from his nerveless hands, Without a moan he crumpled down Into the snow, Three of the five bullets that had flashed like light- ning from the black muzzled Savage had passed completely through his body. it had all happened in @ space short that Lang had not stirred, Now he found himself looking into that litt ngine of death, ith @ cry of fear he staggered IK. Philip did not fire, He felt in him- self now the tigerish madness that had been in John Adare, To him Thoreau had been no more th wolf, one of the many at Devil fest. Lang was different, For all things this monster was accountable, He had no desire to shoot, He wanted to reach him with his hands—to choke the life from him slowly, to hear from his own blackening lips the con~ feasion that had come through Jean Croimset, He knew that Josephine was on her feet now, that she was struggling to free her hands, but it was only in & awift glance that he saw this, f wame breath he dropped and was at Lang's throat. Thi down together. Even Thoreau, in size and strength, would not been a match for him now. Every animal passion in bim was roused to its worst, Lang’ rotrMs from cove! jaws shot apart, his eyes |; his tongue came out—the preath ragtied in his throat. Then for moment Philip's death grip re- laxed, He bent down until his lips were close to the death-flled face of is victim. a : “The truth, ant, of rl kilt you! he whispered hoarsely. And then he asked the tion—and as he asked It Joseph freed her hands, She tore the cloth from he: mouth, but before she could rush for ward through Lang's mottling lps had come the choking words: “It was Mirtam’s.” Again Philip's fingers sank in thelr Philip bent low to hear his words i in Lang’s throat, Twenty avove the roar of voices and tho GeM\Mskrib i Davee ould have tul- crashing of the batiering-ram, “You jied his pact with Jean, A scream must know—to take my place in tho from Josephine turned his eyes for fight for Josephine, I think—you have an instant from his victim, Out of guessed it, The baby was not Jo- that same cover of balsam three men sephine’s, It was Mirlam’s!" were him, A glance "Yes, yea, Jean!" cried Philip into told him they were not of the foreat the fading ey “That was what | blame tow struggled Jean. “She weat into @ world #he didn't know, Lang trapped Ang Josephine, to save herto save the baby, to save her father-—did as Munito the White Star did to save the Cree god. You know. You understand, Lang fol- lowed—to demand Josephine as the price of her mother. -M'sieur, you must kill him! Go!" Tho door had fallen in with a sh, and now over the erime-dark- js of the Deyil's Nest avengers, with John Adare down on! Joan, ulmoat rising to his knees. “You must meat this Lang before John Adare b Philip sprang te hia feet. ‘The last of the forest peoplo had poured through the door! Alone he stood- and stared, But not through the door! Two hundred yards away o nweople, He had th Perere they were upon, him. Tt was @ Hane Lor tle haw, we one ho the fact that his as- ae nee ecaping from the Nest, did paiiante, escaping hot want, to, betray themselves by using firearms. The first man at him he struck a terrific blow that sent him reeling A second caught bie arm before he could recover himsel! and then it was the hopeless strug- gle of one againat three, Josephine atood free. She had seen shilip drop his pistol and she sprang te iity apot where it had fallen, Ts v. The four was ved under the # men wore on the ground now, Philip under, She heard a gasping sound— and then, far away, something else: a sound that thrilled her, that sent her voice back through the forest in ery after cry, What she beard was the walling ery of the dog pack, ber pack, follow- ing over the trall which her abduc- tors bad made in thelr fight trwm oe 8s s H i taken to the Devil's: t wut o's feree Ss cf E H i ty ii g i f 5 & ff aa tf tg i: ff 7 3 i = dow Kilt Nipa Hao, boys! awed, and Philip dragging himself to At her calls there cam urge in the pack, and thone not get at Lang leaped uj gaining three. With a ory 7 him in the rible scene, For # moment more she looked, and then ahe dropped her face on von shoulder with a ghaatly partly dazed, Philip stared, such as he had cries, and thea to a horrivie @il aA the snarling grind of lows, rned to Phill A it Josephine limp and iitlose te nd with an effort he stag- bro! onl: the madd Strength retu He his arma, red to hi feot, half carried, partly dri id and then he returned to the Vainly he called upon them to leave their victims, He was seeking for @ club when through the balsam thicket burat John Adare and Father George at the head of a dozen men. Inres- ponse to Adare’s roaring pack slunk off, The beaten snow was Even orimeon, Adare, as Philip, could find no words ror. Philip pointed “Jovsephine—is gasped. Adare rushed ip swayed up to As Phil “Lam dissy—faint," mo" — He went to his knees beside unrecognigable. out @ long envelope. It was to the master of Adare. H. to his feet, and went to bis pocke: found ¢ thrust the own pocket. He turned to men, who stood ‘tke figures stone, gaging upon the scene of the tragedy. “Carry them--out there!” Ip, pointin, then—cover snow.” bi Help =me—pull a bark. A strange, inquiring look filled the tore down & handful of bark, and at Philip's re- Missloner’s face as he quest lighted a match. In the bar! the fire he put the letters. t is best—to burn th he said. Beyond this he gave no ex- planation, And Father George asked no questions. y followed Adare into Josephine was sobbing in her father's re's face was that ot & man who had rigen out of black arms. John Ada) despair into day. “Thank God she has not been harm- od,” he said Philip knelt beside them Adare gave Josephine into He held her close to his breast, whig- pering only her name—and crept up about him, Adare rose and stood beside Father George, “L will go back and wounded, Philip,” he ats before ". Kit!" she cried. “Hero pe rang out, pon the re- upon her knees beside clamping his head in her arma, Protection of hy wi breast am they looked upon the ter- carrying her. A way Was a small tepee f had kept per. ae, to the te; the: into ‘ather tree Father George was close Into the forest. the blood with fresh He atill clung to Father arm as he staggered toward a near ireh, fe, feel weak—diasy,” he repeated was & mass of flame. ~ Hero — Captain — Kilt wn coud of SEN a di ii, Patti, iseral Pecks. “Jereamme v2 this voice the he taced in his hor- he the tepee “Help two me Be hia the turned to i said Phil- “and an instant Into ir letters,” the tepes, and John his arms, her a “Jean is one of those hurt. It isn't fatal.” He went out, him back, “Will you wait outside nutes?” he asked in a and And now when they wei raised Josephine's face an, “They are all gone Lang, Thoreau, and thi and Thoreau Jeti an Ww thought he was dy’ the truth that I might bet: you. Sweetheart, there more for me to Know. The And Father George is done. (hereto make us wife, No one will ever ourselves—and Jean, I will tell Father George that it has been your desire to have a second marriage performed by him; that we marriage to be consecrated later of the forests, Are dear? Shall L call him in the wonderful with a deep sigh, his breast. her whisper: “You may call him in, PI guess—I've got to be—your w: And as the logs of the Devil's Nest sent up @ pall of smoke that rose to the skies, Metoosin crouched shiver- ingly far back tn the gloom af the wondering if the dogs he had had come to the end of the THE END, re gone, he id: Josephine— | nd ae x, and he ze ready, For a full minute she gazed st into his eyes, and Pn. lip did pokes After a moment he heard Father George was about to follow when Philip motioned for a few | low volee. | Ye shall need you--alone—Josephine a ters. Lang T have protect uothing Aight is waiting man and know but ceremony want our by @ mips ped to Hip, |