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Fur trader's discovery, or, The brotherhood of thieves
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EVERY ffBOY SCOUT" SHOULD READ THIS .. / . r I . No. 21 mEtARTBUR

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BY' COLONEL SPENCER I THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK COMPANY, OHIO, U. S. I. II. NO. Published We-ekly. By Subscription, $2.50 per year; $1.25 for 6 months. Copyrigh t 1911, by The Arthur Westbrook C o mpany. or The Brotherhood of T hieves c.By Colonel Spencer Dalt. I PRINCIPAl: CHr\.RACTERS -IN THIS STORY. HINKLEY BRADFORD-The secret leader of the Brotherhood of Thieves, an organization at. outlaws, who preyed upon the decent citizens and fur trappers around Wager Inlet, Kee, territory, British North America. Hink Bradford is that menace to society, a veiled outlaw. He ran. his band of thugs "under cover." How he ran his career of blood and crime, to fall before the strange appearance on earth of the trapper he thought he had ordered mur dered" is a strange story of things veiled in the grave. ADRIAN BRADFORD-The beautiful daughter-of the arch' hypocrite and outlaw leader, Hink Bradford, Adrian knew nothing of 'her father's crimtnal Jife, and how she was marooned on th, e bleak shores of Hudson Bay, and just escaped with her life, is a story of mystery. Blonde, fair-haired, blue-eyed, sue WOIl her way back to life and happiness in a manner that excites wonder for her escape borders almost upon the supernatural. CAPTAIN JIM WAHPEToN-There is one thing sure, and that is that the active head of the Bcotherhood of Thieves, Cap Jim, richly deserved the horrible fate that overtook him, when he tried to continue his career of blood and crime in the musk-ox district in the Barren Lands of British North America. TZINTZONTzAN-An Eskimo !fin'dit. He reaped th' e whirl-wind which his career of crime had made his due, and lies dead in the strange unchanging solitude of the fa mous Barren Lands, surrounded by a mystery that can never be lifted. THREE FINGERED JACK-Can m en come back the grave? Do murdered men mow and gibber and call for retribution upon the heads of those who figured in their deaths? That is a question! 'How it was place,d before Three Fingered Jack, and how he met the prQblem-that is a matter for consideration in the on-coming pages; PIERCE GIFFORD-A fur-buyer and fur-grader in the employ of the Bay Company, at the hamlet of Grave Yard Point, British North America. He first became convinced of the murder of his friend and employee, Three Fingered Jack, through finding certain bloody marks I upon a peltry of a marten which he happened to know must have come from fur-skins stolen from the trapper. How he followed the clue, and what it led to is worth, reading, ORSON HUBBARD-The assistant to Pierce Gifford, and who aided him in his mission of trampling the terrible Brotherhood 01 Thieves into the groune!. There is.a of humor in this young man, but he did not, shirk the many dangers that his devotion to his friend thrust upon him. BLUE WING-A Chipewyan Iridian. He aided in the uprooting of the Brotherhood of Thieves until his eyes closed in death, the victim of the secret assassination methods of the gang scourge of outlaws that wide in its tions swept over peaceable British North America until its career ended in the Barnm Lands OLD KATE-An Eskimo servant ill the home: of Hink'$'rad ford. /.. ...... CH..A.J:>TER I. crImson smear on the half-tanned, 'iF'Per 9' the valuable bit he held. \ ',.,,:' '. CRIMSON'WITNESS. ,._. :,,,. +.:." I "!t looks like blood/' whispered Giffoi :g:to ; eom. Pierce Gifford marten skin he held III pamon, Orson Hubbard. ,'" Y hIS hands. ,.,<:., "It is bloo .d," grimly replied his friend, after" a.fcare The fur was and of value. But Gifford was not ful examination. '" thinking of fur.' ,;!.'./'o looks to me as if some one had grasped this bit His puzzled eyes sha:, p Upon a broad, splotchy of fur m a death agony." ."

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,THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. "y-e-s-itdoes look so. I see a faint, sort of a shadowy outline of two fingers." ; Gifford gasped when he heard the wol:ds \ The marks, faint as they were, indicated that the' y were made by the right hand. Gifford placed the fingers of his right hand in the splashy marks. " The index finger fitted one of the marks; then came the ,ring finger; but there was no mark : made by a mid dle fi:pgel'. I -Orson Hubbard t1ll'ned tQ his companion with his face with slJ,spicion . . "Only two fingers show," he cried. "Who is there, that we know with.the middle finger of his right hand missing1" .' "Three Fingered' Jack, the Fur-trapper,'" replied Pierce. "He made that sign in blood on that skin." The two stalwart, young men looked meaningly at h h i eac ot er. "," "When did Three Fingered Jack leave this place1" asked Hubbard. I Gifford took down a book. He consulted it carefully. "I gave '11hree Fingered Jack nis 'debt' money on March 1st a year ago," Gifford said ." Then he said he was gqing fishing first and later was going North' from here." ", ,'''Debt money" was the uSt!-al advance made .. to trap, pel's by ,the Bay Company, the great fur company of the North-West count:t;Y_ that makes 'up l!,r itish North Anierica. of' .,. the trapper"funds for therepIen'il;>liing of \lis qutfit, and stood against him untIl he re turned from trackless/ wilds with his winter's wo.rk in which he sold '1'0 the company, and after his debt was paid off received the difference in cash. Gifford was lost 'in thought some after h e had consulted his books "This matt.er] ooks queer to me," he continued. "Here it is June of a-say, man, Three Fingered 'Jack has been. gop.e fifteen months. Why--" ""He pught to have been back by last May anyway," cried Ors9n. don't you see "it all Three Fin gered Jack is 'That sign in crimson is tlie witn-ess pe imprinted on that peltry before he died; to telIof his murder." "l\!furder?" cried Pierce. "Old chap, that's an ugly word." I,,' "And it means an uglier deed,'; rejoined Orson. "Pierce, there's no question in my, mind that Three Fingered Jack will never come back to settle his debt. bas been murdered.", r Pi e rc e Gifford stared out of the open door to the on e -stqri ecl log store-house 9-nd office of the Hudson's Bay 06mpan y in" the village of Grave Yard Point, Keewatin territory, British North America, The hamlet clung to the rocky forest covered shores of Wage:r 'l'l:tlet ; tlle strait-like bay at the Northern ena of Hudson Bay, ""hi c h runs into pa.rt of the bay lrno wn as Welcome. Gifford 3.'n'd' Bradford were "graders and buyers" for t]1e Hli 'dson's Bay Company. n "was their. business to purchase peltries of fur trappers, "grade" them and ship them by Hudson Ba;yto I Fort Churchill. The 'post was a lonely one because ail that caused Gl,'ave Yard Point to be in existence was the presence of Gifford and Hubbard in the bleak inhospitable place; and the business that they brought there when trap-. pel'S came in from the wilds to sell furs: Grave Yard J;oint had. a saloon or' twq" a scat} 'tered houses, a dance-ha1l1 and' that was about all . As all busines s depended upon'the who vis ited the hamlet to goods to the Bay Company, represented by Pierce Gifford, as only certain times each year did the trappers VISIt the ham let, half the time trade was roaring; half the the town was off the commercial map. . Pierce Gifford was a first-Class "grader." A glance told him whether fur peltries were to go into' light, pale-dark, medium, or dark and as each class had a separate price to be paId to the trapper, it, can be readily said that a good 'grader can make real money for his employers, or can lose much for them; upon him at the' firing line is classifica-tion detail placed. Not only must he s.ave money for the company by "good grading, he must not try to take all it by arbitrarily gr'ading so close that there is nothing left 'for the trapper.' He must be fair both ways It was the last six words that stamped Gifford as one of the best graders in the North-West. When he shipped his purchases to F01; t Churchill, .it was invari'ably found that while he might have a little more than other graders scattered all over the animal districts, that he ha4, after all, got in a better more money making line for the com pany than any other man, and the trappe,rs with whom he had dealt satisfied with their end of the sale. Each side had made equally a good result; so Pierce Gifford was a favorite with trappers and company. It was said that so great a favorite was he"-that not one of th.e tra.ppers with whom he a "q.ebt" ever defaulted in paying it in furs. Here, however Pierce Gifford saw wa. s a flaw in his career. ThreeFingered Jack had not COme back to pay Up his "debt. l' \ Gifford had lost, so far, all the advanced him, no small item by the way, fdr this time Three Fingered Jack had laid in an entire' new outfit of expensive steel-traps" and of the requisites 'for a fishing and hunting campaign It was a.. sore spot in the mind of Gifford from the moment that he remembered the absentee-then there was the silent crimson witness. Had Three Fingered Jick been murdered 1 Or was he defaulter for his debt ? Was the .fur that bore the, evidence that the bloody hand of thedead man had pressed it.,' an accidental ID.l').tter Or was it on e of those queer things that a t times indicate a cdme and begin the long chain which has to be forged link-bylink until the murderer is 'arrested 1 These thoughts fiew like lightning, thro\lg'h the brain of Pierce Gifford. Orson Hubbard, who a ssIst 'ed h1m i n 'the work for' the Hudson's Bay Compai':y, w atched his friend as he strode back and'forthwith a brooding moody look on his face. r' i Both men were tall, broad-shouldered, and alert with health and great

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. Both were smooth-shaven, brown-haired, bro'wn-eyed, finge r marks was .sold to me early this morning in a and with regula.r, tanned features. general 'lot of .furs by Hink Bradford. I remember In general appearance they were of a type that seems -there wits a couple of dozen wolf-skins, quite a lot of to grOw like the primeval forest in which they lived; rabbit pelts, a silver-gray fox, two prime red-foxes, tall, 'straigh. t, comely, each a family res emsome muskrat, -otter 'and mink-skins, and what seemed blance to the other. odd to me at the time only tliis single marten pelt." "FurJ'raders from British North America," any ob"What"did you give for the lot?" server in Tilnbnctoo, for instance, would have ticketed "Market rates. They were all pretty gooo peltries. each yourig man, after one long stare' at them. T:p.e silver-gray: fox skin was about the only rare thing This type of the gi'eat stretches, the high mountains, in the lot. I gave up five hundred bones for that-it spl endid air, the wholesome freedom of the wild was a g ooq big price up here, but shipped to any furljfe in 'which they lived, is rapidly being .pushed backhouse in the, United States or Oanada it would be ward by'the college-man type of Civilization, where worth fifteen hundred or two thousand dollars." each youth is moulded into an exact coimterpart. of "Gee! That was a 1lnd." another college youth, and while all may survive, not "Yes. There's been only about' one hundred silver-many stray out to -the frontier where Gifford and Hub-gray fox peltries taJren in' the the .Hud bard cast their lot son's Bay Oompany Postmaster at Fort Churchill "It looks to me as if Three Fingered Jack was dead," writes me, this last year. 'It will be ;worth at least three finally suinmed up Pierce. "I have been trading with tho\lsand dollars laid down in the London market." him for ten years and he never has forgotten his debt. "Well, you made a good purchase, and tell me, old If he yvas alive he would be back; if he hasn't come chap, how is it that Hink Bradford made the sale to back h e is. dead." you ?" / The logical summing up, of the case appealed to "Rink's the only rival I have out here. He is an Orson. infernal Jew money-lender in Ohristian i:orni. He ad-" "You, are.right, I am sure," Orson replied. "In v ances money for-half the crooked -things that are my mind there is no question that Three Finge.red Jack pulled off in this is dead. That crimson stain told its tale, to me imme-"So I hear." diately." "When I was away last winter for three months the "It is The Fur Tradm-'s Discov 'ery," moodily replied young chap who took my' place got'tangled up .with Pierce. him. '.'No question of that. Did you stop to think of an"How?" "other phase of this matter?" "He put over .a lot 'of doctored skins and got them Another phase'l What do you mean?" graded in for good peltries and then after lie had got "D<;)ll't you see, Pierce, that we have got the beginhis cash, and -my substitute had got next and told him riing of a tangl'ed skein of. facts alid suspicion in our that 'he had purchased by sample and the goods were hands?". not up to the sample, Rink laughed and said the 'Eud;. "N-o-o. I do n't-see-as I-do." son's Bay (Jompany was rich enough to stand a loss or The reply came slowly. two.' Orson brjstled up like a savage elk. .. "Humph! Rink wouldn't make the loss good?!'-"Pierce," he sai.d, "you see all right? Don't thinJr I"Not much. Said the ought not send a ,that yo u don't. I Let me ask you on.e question?" out here to do grading and buying." "Go ahead." "That.'s how you got next to the fact.that'Hink sold "From whom did you buy the marten skin which you the skin, eh?" bears the bloody finger marks 1" "If you mean the one with the bloody finger marks "Pierce held bis hand as if to shiyld :Q.imself from on it-yes:-" a blow. His atti.tude was that of a man who knew "Why are you so sure?" this question was coming, and he hated to have it put "When I do business with Hink; after I've told tohim. you, I look,:pretty carefully into the peltries-I want "It came,in with a lot of furs I bought and graded to know whether the fur is thick, glossy, of good color, this morning," Pierce replied. in fact of the kirrd that I ought tol buy, you know. All! Then as the purchase was made so recently There's some men I deal with who require me only to you can tell me quickly' from whom you made the say,' goods all right' and if I get 'yes' I don't have purchase '?" to. gr:ade up carefully, But there's others that when I "I can." buy I put on to grade with-they fue "From w.hdm did you make the purchase!" Hink Bradford kind." "From Hinkley Bradford." J' NICe gentleman, is Hink!" The explqsion of the hut or log store-house in which "Think so ,1" '" the two men stood and the resulting hurling 'of ever yf "Over my left shoulder. When I see that, dirty thing skyward would not have surprised Orson snake, I cross my fingers and spit over them-'...:he' has than this reply. "From Hink Bradford,?" the hoodoo brand in his very walk." "He's a crooked gent, all right," "Know much about him?" I "Yes. '''', "From the richest man in' Grave Yard" Point?" Exactly.' Orson sat' down and breathed hard. Are' you sure?" he asked. "Dead sure. That marten' skin bearing the bloody '."No one does. H e lives in the outskirts of the toWn in a little adobe shack with his daughter Adrian, as pretty a blue-eyed, golden-haired girl of twenty-two years a s you ever saw in your life." -'

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. right. I've her. She's too nice a girl ought to do pretty well tacking along with this to have such a father." stiff southeast wind behind us, only it may kick .up "Well Hink lives Lord only: knows how. He seems qu..ite, a surf.before we land-where are vve now? D q to have of it. He always has gold, or ,you know?" -., silver, or a diamond, or ,Peltries for sale. Yet he' has "About thi rty-five miles from Wager fnlet. no apparent connection with anything that can pro-that point over to 'our left is Yellow Bluff}' duce gold, or silver, or diamonds, or "Desolate cbuntry, isn't It?" .'Well! Well!" "Very. There isn't much about here that I know "He is a sort of crooked-man's usurer, it seems to of. A Scotch firm has a small trading sc400ner up, on me. He seems to know all the gun-men, outlaws, band-the North side of Wager's Inlet, They employ a l o t its thieves crooks Heaven knows what kind of other of native Eskimos, you know, hunting ox." this part 'of the world affords." They do pretty well, eh 1" "Hum." .' I "Ybu bet they do. Musk ox is as valuable .. an "He has no office He establIshes hImself m of commerce as can be imagined. Its great City Jim'!;l saloon in the'hamlet of Grave Yard Pomt, based horns are useful as ivory and,the fine 'hair from where he carouses in hisown sweet waYf but if there's the' beasts make when woven a fabric aofter tb.an silk.''' a a ho l d-up, fl. theft, a missing trapper, whose "Th.e SCbtch firm are h'llliting them?" I valuable furs sooner or'later to COme our :u;tar-"You be t they are. They get also walruses" ket-well, hav.e I n9t said enough?" . skin, tusks, and oil is valuable as can be-the firm is '''You have. When you spoke of. llilss'!ng trappers, making money, you can rest assured." and valuable furs coming after all to a markett 1 "But why was Three Fingered Jack, up here s6 the of ,Rink Bradford, set me th;mkmg a -:far'l" . trifle:".. -.-"You know he said he was going to put in some Pierce Gifford shrugged his shoulders.. time walrus fishing, and had added to his kit not only '''I've been watching Uink Bradford a!\d hIS prettor traps for fur trapping further toward Grave Yard daughter for soine time , he hissed. "It's about time Point, but had put in a whaleboat, and a sled and for me to even up the deal in fltrs put over. on our dogs and was, h e told me, coming ip. s0!lle time or other I fancy: this. trip ,that, fur the at Wager's Inl et, to ptlt in a few at walrusfishr '(,criInspn finger mal'ks t!I e begmmng o f a thread in' g ,and at seal. fishing-and then aftflr he had sold his tll will Wind up Rink Bradford ,a,.nd\ The Brother!wo d fishing catch to the Scotch trading schooner WaS going of hieves I feel' sure he represents.." . to try his 'hand dt musk-ox hunting." ( . "Sllake on that, ,Pierce! cried Orson .Hubbard. "I see." c It 's. time we wQund up Hink Bradford I and hIS gang of "Yes. Three Fingered Jack began' to see that in the thugs. , wilds out here you have to be as many; sided as The two men clasped hanas. you have to be in the civilize1 world. The day has It w as a compact that they knew meant l;lloody death gone by when boy can come -up and live Oll' just one .tor some o,?-e sooner or later. ., thing, that he yan do, He must to do a lot, of Would eIther be the vIctIm. 'things. Then if one line goes back on him there's a CHAPTER II. IN SEARCH OF EVIDENCE. A month Pierce Gifford and Orson Hubbard were face to face with the mystery of th.e finger It was ear1y in July and the' pa!ty WIth Blue Wmg'J a Chipewyan Indian, were hurrymg Inlet, where they had heard that Three Fingered Jack had last' been seen. The men 'in a stout whaleboat Wlth a. lIttle square mast shipped . . A tent, cooking utensIls, clothmg, WOVISI?nS, of: ammunition and seven dogs, to be used In. sled, in the bo at, when V?here the s snow and ice would be met wlt1;t ,mland, occasIOned their use. . There was plenty of aboard for the dogs, and the entlre party was m fine fettle. ,,' k d "Keep out a little more from shore, .remar e pjerce to Orson' ,II even if it, is July, there' IS a lot of floe iqe from Arctic sea floating about neat shore. Keep away from it. A little floe ice is a .dangerop.s thing for this whaleboat." \ Orson tacked a point' off shore. ... Then he settled the course of the boat in a diagonal line and turned to Pierce. lot of lines ready.".'. ,'''Three Fingered Jack, therefore, 'c01,lld' trap\in the fur-a!J.iniai country up here, fish ,ior or, walruses in their hom 'e, and then when he got beyond the tree limits, and over into the Barren Lands about Wager's Inlet, he could take shy atmusk ox hunting.:' "That's' just it. You know the musk-ox feed on the saxifrages moss district North' of Wager's IIIlet, where the mo'ss they love climb S about the' rocky barren soil.". "I know, I've seen the moss-it's known.. here and in the European Alps, and makes gooq feed here for the ox, eh 1" . "Ex, actly. Now when, I gave Fingered Jackj such a good 'debt,' when I lallt saw huq, was because he wanted to branch o-qt. He had it all figured down that if he could get me to advance hini. enough cash to get his oufit together it would be a venture that would pay. j n took him out of t he simple line of a trapper, into the lirie of a man who could trap, hunt, fish, and all that sort of thrng; it broadened liis money makfng power, and as I've been yelling this pla:p. to everyone 1 meet for years, it all sounded good to me." y "Yes. It's what all must come to in the world of the wild. You can't put all of your eggs in one basket." "That's true. Now, you see, I was empowered t o give a debt to Three Fingered Jack so far as furs were concerned on the part of the Hudson's Bay Compa:qy,

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. \ but as he desireq. to sell most of his fishing catch u,1> at shore the wind don't strike you and Old Sol, our genWager's Inlet and not bring it back to our post at tleman sun, gets in his work., Grave, Yard Point, I had to ll).ake the debt that he Both men began tacking the boat, and all hands needed to buy his whaleboat,. sled, dogs and so forth, were busy for a time. out of'my oVl(n pocket," They at length resumed their conversation. "Oh, ho!' . .' This is a pretty nifty boat isn't it 1" "Three Fingered Jack's disappeadmee touched me "Yes, these whaleboats stand a lot of -work. They ip my own pocket andin my official are sharp forward and square and with a sail for"It did, didn't it 1" '1 ward, and a rudder aft, are w;i.de, roomy, and pretty I wrpte to the Postmaster at Fort ,Churc liill safe." teUing him the entire story. "Lucky for us! Being wrecked out here would mean "Did you 1" sure death." "Yes. He sent back the Indian runner I c;lespatched "Not a chance in the world left for us. 'We couldnJt .' to with th.e information that I was to start .at get home overland, and with no boat to sail, "for mind .. for Wager and locate Three, Fm ]'ou Hudson Bay is a pretty stiff bit of to ne ge:t;ed Jack, he haymg heard d,lr ec t from the Inlet that gotiate, we would starve .to death. There Isn't any "known hID?-tmg He Mul l game abol}t here but and polar bear, and a .tox s7mn lyvnll at the t'lline. nothing to kill them with, our and ammunItIOn ,..' Ors?n almost jumped out of whaleboat.. slmk we would be powerless." "Hmk Bradford sold you a fo x s7mn? he "It behooves us to-ah well it means that we ah, d \ gaspe had better sail pretty darned careful." "Precisely. This made a pretty ,broad clue for me, "Exactly.'" ,/ ; the Postmaster at Fort Churchill wrote. He added "Do vou'think that Rink Bradford suspects us1" that it must not be known that any. one could a debt What do you mean'?" from'the Hudson's Bay Company, and then dIsappear "Do you think he suspects our mission1" without an attempt on the part of the company to either "Hop' e not." arrest the fraud, if he was, a fraud, .01' to a:renge him,if. ., he had been done away WIth and hIS peltrles taken by "If. Hink Bradford knew we were after the secret the sneaking outlaws that crop up, here often, you that la ) s hidden in tho, se blood stamed smears on that know. i marten skin which was in the b 'undle containing the Orson 'nodded. sillie1' .rimy fo x which he sold 11'Le, be would be on I'The order ended by saying that mone y was not to our trail in twenty minutes." .be thought' of' in my search for rrhrcc Fingered Jack, "Right." 'and as it was not out of season for t 'rappers to come ''If h e was on our trail, why, 'we would have to face in to do business with me, I was at liberty to go at once, the fight of our lives." closing the Grave Yard P 'oint post while I was gone "He would murder us." -and it was added that I'd better take you along with "Or he would have us murdered." ,me"as it, 'was a job that needed twO' good men.'" "By "If it wasn't for this stiff breeze and I'm afraid of Pierce whispered now because he did not want In-dumping us all overboard, I'd get up. bow. Well, dian Blue Wing, the Chipewyan, to hear, chappie, here'we are, It took that Indian runner seven-he was standing by the mast forward watchmg, the teen (lays t, o get Ch ,urchill from <{rave Yard sail swell to the rushing wind, and was out of ear-shot . Point' and eighteen days to !$et back from there, or "By his gang-The B1-otlzerhood of Thieves." thirty-five ,days in all--': -,"What do you mean'?" "And ever sjnce then we have been secretly "I mean just what the words imply. I have thought out this expedition pretending that we : were gomg. off for years that there is a B?'otlle1'hood of Thieves in Kee on a fishing and hunting trip for a few weeks and ap-watin territory, and t'hat Rink Bradford., the richest parently laying in supplies for such a trip, while really man in Gra' ve Yard Point, was in. some way the 'fence" we were plaT\ning a much longer trip that needed that got'rid of 'their ill-gotten plunder-there's been preparation.".. a good many good trappers turn up missing each year, "Well huntina' for Three Fingered Jack, trapper, in that the chance dangers of this part of the world, I the J.iand dist,rict above Wager's Inlet isn't a never thought, carried off." 'summer day':'!. jaunt." ( "Hush." ' Butwe gpt away with it. Here we a l re, ang there "Wh;V ' ,. "" ds plenty of goocil water all about us, eh?" "That s a dangerous. thmg you ve Just . "Yes. And iook at that shore. Isn't it bleak? Did It near the rIChest man up, here Wlth G .:J f 1 t' bemg III league WIth a lot of men to murder, rob, and you ever thlpk ther. e was snch a Oll orsa (en spo III 11 th' 1 d t th H d on's Ba' v Company" B 't' h N th Am 'ca ?" se ,elr p un er 0 e u S J rl IS or erl I 'd Th h tIt B f e '.'It all does iook prettysn0\;Vy-sa:;, it's July-I'll, 1 ';oin g or stump yoU: to go ashore and snow-ball. -h ac l b '" "Funny, isn't it? But in this fur suit I'm as I a p \ right and I'm goina' to round up this warm as c;:tn be" but It' S funny that It ',s cold as thunder ,am b out here and when'we get into shore It'S so warm that gang or dIe m the attempt. ,\" a fellow can go ip. his shirt-sleeves almost." Orson gazed at hIS .. "That's it. You're so far out here 'that you get the "Well.,"he replied, ','this trip is gomg to wind it would seem direct ,from the Arctic. Ocean; in I see, Th e re's not gowg to be much that IS dull m .. \

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. , THE, AMERICAN INDIA1f WEEKLY. 'it I see. But for Lord's sake, whatever you do, my bar, and still further it was a dance-hall, where boy, don't you forget for a single moment that if this Indian women, and white outC8:sts danced with trappers boat sinks it's all over for us." in the season when the trappers visited the ,hamlet to As the words of Orson had invited the disaster sell their furs to ,the Rudson's Bay Company agent; he ag ainst, the boat/ stopped, shivered as if Pierce Gjfford. alive,turn,ec1 over, until the water poured int9.it, while But this was the seasotJ, when the trappeJls were away the hideous face of a sea-monarch apparep,tly grinned and as the' store house of the, dompany was closed now at the three clinging men, and gnashed its long tusks while its young representative was off on a fishing and i; at them. hunting trip, as he had the hall was "A walrus!" howled Pierce. "We have run into not in use and the gamblIng games 'lang;lllshed. an enormous school of walruses. Fight them off boys, Rink led the Eskimo into the' deserted dance-room. or they will tip the boat over!" . cough up," cried flink,. with a laug.h As he the bay alIve WIth the walrus, of hatred against all civilized as he hIS known to the NQ!th-West natIves as the Sea-Horse. revolver out of the way, where It swung at hIS b,elt, They yvere closing in on the whaleboat by thousands and sat down on a bencn. 8;s if to wr, eck it and thUs end the Tzintzontzan stood his beady little e yes of Its three ghtened occupants. with gratified vanity in speaking face to faceWIth so great a man as Rink Bradford. . "I see two men in whaleboat," began the EskImo. CHAPTER IiI. <"Where?" "By Yaller Bluff." "Rum.'" -' "When1" "Two dav 'go." RINK BRADF,QRD SEES A I-lGHT. ere you alone 1 "Um." "What are you doing here-;-didn't I tell you to keep "What did you do j" away from me?" ' " "Tole' Cap. Jim." Rink Bradf
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I "J , THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY, Ii' '/; t boat in Hlldson Bay with its bow pointed ,toward Wano learn ,-Eskimo tl'abble trick when Eskimo alone." ger Inlet was something that boded ulterior motives. Hink understood 'that t'\le ;Eskimos helped the white On the other hand 'it would be a natural place for man in trackless wilds 'but did it in the roundabout Gifford and Hubbard to be ln if they were se arching ,vas of 'the'ir'race; 'for, hi, mself he went to things in a for. a chance at the musk-ox for the musk-ox just then shorter way, and, in this particular case Rink knew was browsing on the mosses of Barren Lands be-that in a few days Cap J1n.! would get his instruc ; yond tb.e' Inlet. tions by the "inside route" which an Eskimo kept as "They may be not a bit supicious of me," thought a sealed book from white-folk. Hink. ,"They may be suspic'ous of Jim Wahpeton, the "That's all," cried Rillk at length. leader in .the field of the B1'otherhood of Thieves, which As the Eskimo melted away into the distantle Rink in reality was engineer ed by.the real head of the B ro-smiled to himself. thel'hood, Rink Bradford himself, here present ,and co"If Pierce Gifford and Orso Hubbard are after gitati.ng over this little matter," , us," Hink smiled, "they are going to have a merry The cogitations of Hink came to an end after awhile 'rather quick 'The Brothe1'hood tJj Thieves must and he began giving orders to the Eskimo. not qua)re when a Hudson's Bay Company grader, and "You may get back," Rink added. "Get back to agent of a tiny trading post, and his assistant take Cap ,Jim as soon 'as Y ou can:" boat for the scenes oLour actions-no, not while a re-'I ,Yep.'" volver can flash and a knife grind to aJoe's heart," "Tell him to be careful. Tell him to drop things that The words meant much to 01 on Hubbard, and Pierce can't be pulled off under cover while those two chaps'>Gifford. are in the territory," For "nOW behi nd,them stalked the sneakipg assassin! "Yep "Tell him that if they are merely Olf a hunting trip CHAPTER IV. to leave them alohe." The Eskimo nodded. A FIGHT WITH SEAHORSES. "If, however, they show they are out to,. get 1tS YOll "Try and get out the oars to the boat. We are not, tell Jim to get them quick!' l able to sail in this sea of sea-horses,." cried Pierce The Eskimo winked # Gifford in hig loudest tones, when he hacflooked about "Tell Cap Jim 'the quickest way to get them"if they him at the amazing spectacle that saluted his eyes are (tfter us is any old way, as long as it hurries them Hudson Bay was literally alive with the walrus, ,or quick in unmarked and graves, don't you see sea-horse. . Eskiino / .. The animals seemed to take up every inch of room so' ThlS was tlie kmd o f talk that smted hlS enl dlspo-that there was no water ab'out. sition, There were walruses the, siz e of an ox, some eveIl' with his feroci?us smile. larger 'than the greatest ox ever known, cheek by thought ,, with tiny ones that seemed to be IlO than a I llad better be a httle careful, he thought. That ten while intermediate sizes were as thick as mosqUl-gang is rather too quick on the trigger-finger. They 'in some of the Alaskan depths whel'6 they are so .fi;'st and ask aud s0n;-e thick that theY-obscure the sun. tImes It s awkward gIVillg the explanatIons WelJ"Ill The walrus was no unknown animal to the three caution this Eskimo a bit." men in the' boat. Hink then spoke aloud to the EskIm o It was 'their numbers that they feared. "IJet me tell you," he added, you want to tell could walk half away across Hudson Bay Cap Jim,that I don't want any mIstakes made I don't backs of those walruses" shouted Orson. "If they want no plantin' done unless he can show l!le get fairly under the boat they will tip us over. .All then "Show you; all ,. would be lost for they would dodge our bodies and if "Yorr've got to me. You are on I want you to be we could swim ashore from here what would be the use careful 'and not. get things mixed. we plant that with all our stores 7 10s t 1" Pierce Gifford there'll be trouble WIth the' HudsoI?'s As he spoke a wah'us, whose tusks must have been Bay Company sure. You' can't be too careful, TZill-three feet 10nO' with a loud snort rushed directly at }zontzan about this message. I don t a'p-y weepins the pulled unless it's act'lly necessary and you :re dead Pierce saw the walrus coming and snipped him over S'lt1'e that Gifford and Irubbard are after the head. with an 0311'. The blow 0rushed in the The Eskimo nodded. of the walrus' and it sank immediately. "If they are after anyone else, q,on't worry. them. The familY of seals to which the belongs e e Let them get there on any other game ,1 they are never Irilled with more neatness and dispatch thim merely simply on a hunting partx, don 'f do a thing to this monstrous one. I them, help them all you can, and see that they get bac.k The walrus resembles -the seal in general formation safely." . of the body and limps until it COPIes to its head; then it / The Eslumo g.rmned. ,widely differs "Row long before you will get back to the Cap?" The walrus' head re' markable for the enorm..ous :: Three, four development of the canin e teeth of the upper jaw and Why whIte man ever makes the trip by the tumid pf the muzzle by the m;lder thnty days. magnitude of sockets and by the thIckness of the J , This time the Eskimo laughed. 1;'his is xare fox Es-upper lip . kimos grin, s mile, but do not iaugh much rrhese great canine teetli form two tusksdii'ected J know," he saId. "Eskimo trabble fast; white man downwards, and the lower jaw becomes narrow

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. front, so as to pass between them. The nostrils as if treal-=---ten men ready for it before the breath is but displaced by the sockets of the tusks, open almost upof the that's, ho lding it.' at Some distance from the muzzle The eyes "Heap, damn, too man y heap wa:l'!:u' 4> cried Blue are small, and popularll y speaking the creatures have Wing. ,:' no eaf'S' . \ ", ,I Blue Wing," gasped Pierce, "watch The w:alrus IS usually seen m great herds, and' they'( me swat thIS chap " I are killed by hunters who wish to get their tusks which l' The "'swat"Blue'Wing saw was effectuaL The walin comJ?actness "is far superior to elephant tilsks, . 01' rus would never .neecil another one. Its skull was \ their oil which Eke seal-oil is a valuable co:rp.merclal crushed in the blow ahd it sank to rise, no more. commooitr. ; "I'll give 'this big fello;;v a biff thaf> will settle his Usually the animals are attacked on ,land where they hash" shouted Orson ort his of the boat. cOJ?1e OF are kill.ed the bu.t as the The spear-blow put, the wah-us where no I second ammal s IS so th:lCk that It ,WIll .Reslst a bul"}>iff" was,necessa'l.'Y.' fired 'pomt-blank It can only be kIlle9by bemg /1S-"B thu;nder-!" gasped as he "st??d erect m saIled WIth spears. . ;'1' the 'boat "This' can.'t last forever. 1--"We rare m, trou/ ble or,'1air," ,.as he ,,'But said 1;10 more. I "l-puHed Qut a wall''tls spear from boat, an 'l A tb ,at had got under, the boat m some way, action. imitated by ap.d Bly.e Wmg.' ,"1'hese / probably by 'diiVing to get ayvay from its Teilows, chose wall'uses are !apparently partly bUlls and 'Partly female to COIne to the surface just th-en. with young. A female walrus, is np me tell It came lip directlv uudel,' the whaleboat and tilted when it c omes t? a fight .. She has it at an angle of forty. -five degrees. ,'' her young will.; lei; to This pulled tJIe fe e t of out from .. hIm. The too n;t fightlng a If y01;l kIll With his eyes like o yste l :s, his face writhmg m one rest .bf t'lie herd cOJ?1e. to ltS assIstance. rhey and his arms and feet and l e gs whirling abOl,lt like an fight ane1 kIll the, fierce white polar bear are animate d mOI].key -on-a-stick, poor Pierce-went flounder b "et out for tlle bIg ilil.g o v etboard into., the faC!'l of the g!andover there!' .,' father of all the 'lierd a fellow who must haV'e welghed '. As spoke a bull waLrus came cha:r g il1g furiously a ton 0'1' arid whose. tusks reached down from' b;is 0Ve1' to,vard '1 '<. gigantic, head' so' that tl;Iey: iJilto .the depths It as If It. w0)ll.d msh It overttlrn It and of the',Hildson Bay. it against thl;l. of an equally : G;00d Lord l' yelled Or s on/" there goes Pierce oi\\er' walrus on t4e OppOSIte Sl' de of the bo;:tt. / bo a rd. He's a dead man!'? Blue a shril\ scream of ter: rol'. The feelings of Pierce w ere fuanuest'by the sho;ut he He th.ought in his Indian heart that the whaleboat gav, e as he overboard. . ; . would tIP over. The feelings of the walrus could only be manifested Bll,t he wa;; brave if .. 9Y his actions. The spear went out WIth a VICIOUS Intent H e gave a snort like an angry whale. from his two) stroJ?g f1rms: .,1 When the head of Pie rce hit him fairly between his The sharp point darted with unerring aim i1;lto small twinkUng eyes -with about ,the same kind of a .' blqw a bat't erin, g ram would ,have given, 'the walrus . The P01!lt the s ?':r.am ItS simply pul deep water.. ' . ,'r, a:nd turJiled oyer a d;ynw mas.s of l1lln, 'He may haye put tlP sOflle SIgnal th,e remaInder dreds of pounds f of-flesh and sank :the place where 'of' the herd but at all events 'there was wonder-it 'disappeared was taken by anoth,er beast. ful s.udden and prolonged series of divings on all sides 'rhe boat irigh1led. its. elf as the 'v:reight of the ;walrus, any of walrus had ever J who had almost clambered up 0]1 It, was released from Foam was l'ashea from the waters of the bay, until it; but the on the other side was making an, the scene looked like a seacoast in a high storm. equally; ferocious attempt to get into the, whaleb?at.r There was a tremendous flopping r. from t;hat direction 'ii, Then not a walrus as in sight . While Orson who had. got unwieldly oars "Every, one has dived w]reJ? they, saw .come which the was In effoFt to 1'0"0/, .overboard," Orson. "Where, IS PIerce, he saw qUIckly was' In the press of tl1e gl" Blue Wm, g Db you see hIm any where gap,ti : c herd, was trYing at aU ,to, make an effort The siele Of the boat sagged the next seGond .1 up in bo ll:,t antI is Y0U, idio!," a the mtruder ove'r ItS nostrils '., s ,pluttering vOlee; ' And thanks to :rou at that.' r The walrus shooji its head in dismay then sl:ie'ered It I '" off, hut b ehind it pressed Illtndreds Jl'pon hundreqs of He vras with cO, ld. others and the situation after an hom's fighting seemed :E(e Wlis wet, and, was to be more appalling than when the attack began. convv!sed with la:ughter he tried his be31t tet assist nis "Say, this is cloying," gasped Pierce,
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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. w@n't stand much four-flushing like you are putting But being ,me'll they did not show how thankful they up." really w:ere to each other. In spite of l,limself, and in spite of tb,e cold Pierce "Well," asked Orson, "what's next on your '_ g.ramme?" He llU!ng on to t he boat and by aid of Blue "I have a plan." Wing and Ors '()ll, lie was helped aboard. "What is 'itT'' A quick change of clothin 'g, a good drink from a bot. "I'm going to run the boat we are in to the shore tIe of brandy, and a little exercise in helping us nut when we are some eight or ten miles past Yellow Bluff." up sail suggested by Orson soon pulled Pierce .', Why?" I together agarD..' f' ('Then I'.m going to cache the boat and take the dogs "Say, he finally said when the boat was under way and the sled and start inland." again. I' Ain't I the dandy y(mth when it comes to dis, Why don't you gO"right up W by water?" persing a herd' of attacking walruses?" , too lop.g." ',,; "Oh, yes, you're 'it' inthis case," replied Orson. "Oh, you Blue Wing, forward and watch that "You see the inlet runs .back from' Hudson Bay, sail. making a sort of river-like effect." Blue Wing obeyed. "'Yes." , _. "That was a spendthrift action of 'YOliTS, however, "If we go way around by the bay to the mouth continued,.Orson to Pierce. "Don't you know that you of the inlet we rimst put in about a hundred miles of ought not to braveIJ go and attack thatowalrus?" sailing." Pierce bem,ldered. 'L '''I/ begin to see wHat you propose." His face fell. "Now if I go directly 'from here by land, I can tap "YOU dOll't think I did that on purpose?" he queried. the inlet in about forty miles of dog work, and we "Didn't you 1" save time and all that ,sort of thing." "Say, do I look like "that?" "I understand. But why save time? -: Is there any "LI'ke what 0. h 0" f great urry I ,',,' "Like' a man who would deliberately cast himseli Pierce hesitated but fin8.Uy, spoke. out of a wha, leboat ten miles from shore, into the jaws. His words sent a chill down Orson's back-hone. I of a conf0unded big walrus, one big enougli to eat up "When I was climbing into the whaleboat)" he said whaleboat, three men, and still have room inr.4is stom"I had a strange feeling that I can not explain that we ach 'for all of the buildings act Grave Yard Point?" were' being pursued by some force, just :what I do not "Now tqat you put it up to me in that form you know: I felt tb.at--" don't loOle like a lI,lan crazy. enough for that Mt, but Pierce stopped. you did the high dive, all right. If you didn't mean to From out of the waste of wide waters that tossed db it why, did Y0U do if?" \ about them : for they couJd not see land in the .haze ,"Because--" '. '. thathid ,it on the horizon, there drifted a wild cry. Pierce ga::ve Orson a long steady look. '. "Help! Help!" 's v9 ic ,e. "I did it Orson he said slowly, "because I thought "Listen!" cried Orson. He!Lr that voice.! It is "" the long at' Grave Yard Point; the lack of amusethat of a woman." ment there would be compensated by your" amusement Pierce Gifford with a wide sweep of the tiller whirled when you saw me tumble over that the wh dlebo 'a'i; in the direction of the drifting appeal Ol:son -took a long look at Pierce. aid. "I assure replied Orson, "that I am more than The sajJ filled with the breeze; the boat darted away pleased with your efforts in my behalf. I also wish in the direction of the cries. to assure you that Y01:1r work was indeed a wonderful "Help! Help for Goq's sake the:llar exhibition. 'I never saw b'efore a look of absolute suraway voice in prise over, the face of a They are. not ___ ---!._ built in their faces for absolute surp;nse expreSSlOns but. there's one thing without a douQt that is ;when . V. THE ESKIMO'S M E SSAGE, you charged at that wh,bpper ef a walrus ' him no end: He just looked at you once and th'l sank. "You're sure you got this straight, are ye 1" Pierce, I'll bet if "Y!,e knew it ]le is yet: \ Captaip Jim Wahpeton, active The Piercelat'1.ghed:-,,' B1'oth6'rhood \ of Thieves was questlOrung Tzmtzontzan, "Wasn't 1 funny? Well; ahly way it started:the ,the Eskimo who had just, a
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THE AMERICAN WEEKL Y There was some wood piled up back of shack Hubbard/ kill them if th;y are after 1(,8 but leave But it was mostly drift wood 'for w.ood w,as scarce as them alone if ,they are not?" the place was far North of the tree line, and about all ,"YepY . that coulJ.d be got there was fished out of Hudson Bay. "If it's a mise of kill I'm to kill sw;ldenand
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, . THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. the region afforded, an object lesson to show that a dis "They have he queried. "Are honest life does not pay. "It don't seem to me I'm a gitsure?" tin' much out here It's devilish dull. There's been a few TZlntzontzan nodded . lllusk-ox killed but not many. Seal oil and seal meat Cap Jim's beady-black eyes snapped with cruelty. seem to be as plenty as it was; and there. hasn' t '!We will have to watch those fellows-which way been a hold-up for any us since we took ten of the were they coming?" b oys and held ;up that F}'ench whaler and got that "Through the woods, guess-see urn steer, shore." whale-bone off it. , '. "You saw the two men heading for shore in their Yep. Whale bone wortli b' e-g mon an' we git boat?" littl e byebye man' from Hink," said the Es!,t. imo \ "Yep. " That's right. If there was $.20,000 worth of whale"Then they aTe caming over-land. Did they have ., bone we shipped by the undergrolmd down to ffink, dog-s ?" \ I'll eat i t That all he claimed he got from us-why,. "Yep.'? i,I T zintzontzan, there was $50,000 worth in that lot. We The anger in Gap. Jim's eyes was acute. were most a year sending 'it down in small lots-say "I don't want them to see any of these dogs of t here's some of it cached here that, we ain't never sent mine. came from the plunder we got in Three to Fiink. I think the old skate is holdin' out on u.s." 'Fingered Jack's camp. No, I'd better meet them some "Dunno." r where on the "trIp over-. They ou,ght to know.better "Th,ihgs ain't heen any good for us since we held up than to try and kill musk-ox now. It's out of season Three Fingered, Jack it seems to me?" for them. Well] any way, we will see if it's musk-ox "Rigp.t.". J or outlaws that they after." ,-j. "Yes, that's right. I'm son', y we held him up, but "Dunno." I had to have his dogs and sleds. My dogs were most I "Do you know the tyro men Gifford and Hubbard?'" all sleigh was out of .repair, I lost my boat, "Nope. See urn oncet' a1 Grave Yard, might know and hadn't much grub left-a man can't eat musk-ox urn, might not. Know two men I see in whaleboat." all his l ife J/and I hate musk-ox meat any how. There's "Oh? You probably would kilow themen you saw nothing else to kill up here it seems me. There's fish in the whaleboat fighting the walruses 1" be l ow us there, but I hate :f:4;h-well, I'm going to pull "Yep. stakes now that good weather set in, and git back "That is you would know them if you saw them to Grave Yard Point." again?" "Can't go." "Why' not 1'" "Orders." "That's so-orders." C&oP. Jim remembered the explicit orders now from Hink Bradford. \ He knew Hirik. He decided to obey orders. "I suppose I must obey orders,". theoutlaw re marked with a sigh, thinking of the joys of the dance haH, the gambling room, and the bar in the saloon run by Jim at Grave Yard Point. "Did you see anything of those two chaps we are to watch coming up?" Yep "Where?"-"Off Yaller Bluff." ,Oh. What were they doing?" "Fight' walrus." \I "Fighting walruses 1 That's a pretty hearty game when they are in big herds as sometimes ,get to be a bout here 1 They herd all right. The Eskimo winked. "Where were the two men fighting the walruses 1" 'Bout 'ten mile, near Yaller Bluff. "Haw! Haw! Haw!" roared the out'taw. : Quite the that n ews They w ere in a whaleboat, were t h ey? Fighting a vast herd Qf walruses. That settles it! They won't get out from that trouble. We wOil't h ave to. k ill 'em-'-" T he Eskimo stopped the outlaw's happy laughter. The words the Eskimo spoke congealed the re s t of t he l augh on the b ,andit's thick lips. "Men all 'scape, said 'Tiintzontzan. Cap. Jim was grave now. "Yep. "But you don't know as they are Gifford and. Hl; lbbarcH" "1 know-no-I know." , You mean you know the men in the boat, would know them if you saw them again, but you can't identify them as ,the men we are after, is that what-you mean 1" "Yep." 'Well, the only thing we can do is to do the pest we can. My plan is for us to pretend to break camp in a way, send the 9-0gs over to Big Frank who is located about five miles from here watching that ba,.nd of surveyors who are surveying the route for the Hudson Bay Railroad, that's coming up SOdu to Fort Churchill and then up here-well my plan is then to git back to meet them fellers. lJ Th ey no know you 1" "N eve r saw me. I ').1 mix in with thew as a trapper bound along with them for Wager's Inlet. I'll soon know what they are going to do and what they are after.' "Yep." "Ydu keep hid but watch us carefully. Always be where I kin git to you quick Between us we will sound those fellows out. If they are all right, we will not kick but. let 'em git away. If not-bang!" Cap. Jim made a 'tottering motion as If a man falling after a shot wound and dying in agony. Good cried the Eskimo. "When we start 1 t "Jest as soon as we can cache things-you gil off with them dogs and git bac;k here quick as you can. 1'11 have camp pretty well broke by then. Secret methods of spying were added to the danger from H1e assassin before his weapons used to blot from life Pierce Gifford and Orson Hubbard.

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THE AMERIGAN INDIAN WEEKLY. , t .. :r The net 'fas spread, WQp.ld the t'*Q' hon. ling in in high rollirs, Q;nly to' be met by anQther win'd, est yQung en walk intO' it 1 lashed billow frQm the crQSS seas. .' I I I \ The whaleoQat f gr-Qunded with a little' grunt-'l.ika. .:". OHA.PTER VI. crash. A CRY.IN THE WILDERNESS, Blue Wing, was Qut Qf the bQat in a trice and had "Help! ',Help !" ,,' ", I hauled it. up Qn, tlieb"ank. ,; : ,. J'he vQice that had SO' startled the twO' friends and' It was quickly Qut Qf danger frQm the' r'Oistering business assQcjatl:ls, Pierce GiffQrd and OrsQn Hubbard, surf. .. ,-, drifted, to' ward them again, as their felt the ,impact jumped ashQre. Qf the breeze and under directiQn .Qf Pierce hurried to' A WQman ca;rne running to' him with EltreaIning the slnmd Qf. the waiIing cry. ,", : I': <.k wn her face, and as Pierce stepped fQrward to" assist "What Q(j) yQP.supPQse that vQice asked OrSQn hfer thEl girl fell)n a dep,d faint a:t as the whalebQat the waves iIi ,the directiQn Qf eet. , I tb,e and threw spray: Qver. the, 'twO' men. He stQQped to' pick her up. > "I don't,)mQw, '1 replied Pi6mce. Pierce' gave a "IQnd: cry. ',. it 'is a v6ice It is a WQman's vQice . That's all I 'can The cry summQned OrsQn whO' had been heiping Blue say abQut it," ... Wing beach the bQat. '. "HQW could a WQman be up here?" (-, When: he 'sa,,?, the girl lYIng fin arms, he alsO' ".:F'ldQn't knQw. Blue Wing, did you hear that cry 7" gave a stifled but lQud cry. The ChipeWyanIn&ian nodded 'indifferently. Then "WhO' is sne.?" OrsQn said .. iIhQ the I girl's he IQQked"up to', the sail near, by which lie waS stand;: pallid face" " mg. His l!Jusiness was to min,d the sail aI;ld nQt to' lis, "She is Adrian BradfQrd, '''' Pierce. ten to' vagrant. cries Qf WQmen. I LQrd!" .. "'Wha:t do you think'that cry 1 ' This 'litting thing that CQuid PQssi"Made by womap," growled Blue WiBg. bly think Qf:. " 3( be -q.p here ?'" "I;fQW in the,'name of all that's gQQd did tll.at re"Eslcimo," Blue Wing. markably pretty girlcQm'e here criedOrsQn. "J?l1t .Es1>:imQ eh 1" "NO' .time f0r speculatiQns, Help ;.tQ carry; her "Yep." ,;; tQ:thebQat. DQn'tYQuseethat,sheisinadeepstu-' "Yes, what, Blue Wing," urgedPiEilrce. PQr. She,'s ,half and whQlly benumbed frQpl Eskimo' always leave Qld WQman, 0'1' yQung girl, CQld, and expqsure. YQU have mue Wing pitch the whe:q YQung, girl sick'. NO' use has EskimO' fQr mab. ,tent. q'uicl}, get a 'tire' built hlick there 1lJl,der'the shade 'Qid, and l!lO gQod WQW; Qr y,Qung girl, sick 'aIDa' nO' gQQd 9fl,11hat rpck, o where the wiird "YQn'tl'hit, us SO' sharply work.'" and get sQmething 'or Qther for this girL" turned a mysti,fi.,ed air to' Ojl'spn., Ors .Qn waEl;' a capable "BlueWirig .rn,eans," replied OrsQn in. iinswer to' In a surprisingly shQrt time BradfQrd was Pierce's IQQk, "that the EskimO' e'ustQm' is to' sitting oy a rQusing fire, shielded ,by heavy blankets their Qld and helpless a,nd ,the yQmig and ill, to' die, '," frQm the air, wllich in spite Qf the' o'f year was where in the :qe thinks the.;cry CQmeS sti bleak aJ.l.d cold, while Pierce her from hQt tQddy frQm some wQman thl,ls deserted." ,.. and SQlIlp-PQt'in alternate dQses. ';. 1 "NO'," 'TejQined, Pierce, "that cry CQmes frQm,nQ Es-The' girl seemed to' hardly 'where she 'Was wQman,,,, old' 0'1' YQung." '. ," .' being nursed hack, tt>'iire 0'1' by wliQm. makes you suspect that?" asked OrSQn. She submissively tQok the 'fQQd and'stimulant offered ',',That voice Ep:gEsh.The"'to;ne is Qf. an and' ,sQQn vyas fast :asleeP,1 under CQvereduca1led wQman, and from the rQundness Qf the ",vQrce, mgs. ' ' , its timbers as we might say, I'think the wQman whO' is "Hey, YQU, Blue Wing," cried to' ,the Chipew, caUiJ;lg fQr aid is a yQung Qne." :\, yan, "YQU tand in call and if that sum, "A yQung WQman, well educated"EBglish, Qut here in mQn us." i .' <, the B arr.en Lands, calling fQr aid? NQnsense!" The Indian: nQdded.' "Wait and see. It, wQn}t take IQng to' find Qut-we 'QQme, Oli, Orson," added ;Pierce, "cQme Qver here ,: '. The remark caused OrSQn to' half stan/d up 1n the The twO' men sat dQwn Qn the rQcks by' the bQat. : l>Qat. "; '., J'!: 'Well, wpaf dO' you think Qf this?" said, Pierce. ,I" "'1 see a WQman. up: anel"dQwn the slielving l "YQU BradfQrd replied" OrSQn. '1), rQcky beach, dead ah.ead Qf us, Pierce!" he cried, "Yes.", StarbQard YQUr helItJ. a trifle. That's right: Steady! -' don't :kuo.w. I WQuld have as S00n. expected to' HQld the Doat there'if y 'QU can. w'e 'in the suti seci that gil'! here all a date-palI\l gr, Qwing Qyer here in in a minute. There '8 quite a surf that dashes up Qn the Barren Lands." that rQcky PQint where the girl is standing." /"80' wcmlci I-but here shEl is.'" -:' Pierce kept the bQat in the mar-kings by -, "I can ; ha:rdl:y b:e1!i.eve-my ears Here's the richest OrsQn. I gM' in Grave Yard PQint marQQned Qn these inhQS' ,'I her'nQ,,!,," ?!s,Qn. "Better, much be'tte1,'.\ a ,rat cQuldn't find mp.ch to' eat Say, PIerce, she IS wavmg'her hands t9 us. GOQd' Lord, Lt's -.1..-,' '" -,' man, it's an English wQman! Say, she is yQung as yQU ",' Isn't it 1 I just can nQt understand it myself. Why ",,,thought. Steady! be in the surf in a mQmeht :'", ,is she , f > .'" The b9at bQbbed a bit at the seas which made a crQSS "I d,Q;n't knQw:" '.' t , war Qf i t, fQr lallhed py a they c ame tumb-' c DO' yQU' suppose Hink ,BT,adfQrd,. her. father, krlb ws;"

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. anything about het being here 1 : 'Got me again." "Why she must have' been brought here in a QoatY" "Again 1 1 can 't you in .the slightest way." I I tell you there's a mystery here! 'I You bet!" J" "But I hope it isn't one that we ,can't get to the bottom of." i "So do I." "r awoke. Then 1 arose. I ( was stretched out near a rock. I saw a boat near me. I went doWn to it. It was a oanoe. I know it was' my canoe, and that is all. You know I often go 'Out in the still wate17s of Hudson Bay in my canoe. But why jt was pere,who brought:c it here, all is a blank. .' / Pier' ce was all eyes. Orson was 130 interested that he sat looking at the girl .las if she was some new kind 'of freak. "I'd give a good deal to get a true expfamition of it ,"It's got me going .," Orson sighed. "You could not all." have rowed y6urself or paddled yours, elf here from' "We will get it." Grave Yard Point. Let's see. GrBive Yard Point is "When Y" "" where Wager's Inlet starts out from Hudson Bay. It's "When the girl' wakes up." easily a hundred miles from here. Now whe:r.:e you are "I don't know; She may not have been strong is abol).t thirty-five or forty miles fromGrave Yard enough to tell us all she knows after her troubles in a couldn 't up here. No, long time. may be tell us now--" 'that's unposslble!" , The speaker's words were cut' short by a hail from "She, couldn't have come overland,'" remarked the Indian. Pierce. 's easily a hundred and fifty mil .es here from Pierce and Orson hurried to see the girl, whom it the Point overland: You see about here if one comes was evident by the hail of the Chipewyan, had awoke. from the Point by Hudso'I;l Bay, one can land, then take They found Adrian awake and stronger and sensidogs and sled to cross country points, where you can ble. 'tap the Inlet in the musk-ox country-that is what we "Ah,' she cried when shfl saw the two men. "It was designed to do. But to sail all the way is the longest you that saved me?" for Grave Yard
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THE AMERICAN INDIAN, Y. she could po ssibly think of anyone who wished her. to die. "Not a soul," said. "I have been thinking of that phase of thlngs ever i have been sensible," Adrian added ... ' ,My relationl3 with everyone are perfect so far as I know. I don't thin]Q' I nave a n enemy In I world.'" "We of ten, think that, and yet we haY-e' maltY," rejoined Pierce 'Were your' relations wIth your father, perfect? ':'''Yes. Almo s t ideal. He 'was always the kindest of Il).en. ffe and I were .talking of leaving the territory good, only a lew nights ago. He said that we h:a'd ,all the money we needed and he didn't see why we should slave any longer." "DiU you suggest the going away? : jJ ,"No. 'FatMr' did. He said he had worked hard for lJ,is m(:mey lmd we might as .' well go over into the United States and have some fun 'with it all. He said we courdn't use any' cash up here to"" amount to I thing there wasn t much amusement td keep one in Grave :Yard Point. _. /' 'Pierce could not help ''If there anything more deadly dUll than this hamlet we live in, I don t know of it, the ,man cried. ".It's .the hyPothesis of. dulh i ess, I'm sure, now isn't it .Adrian admitt'edthat it was ' '!' "Now do you know' anything ,about your, father's 'I business matters?" asked Pierce with his e yes fixed "', upon the l?retty ones of :Adrian, whif1h' he thought were of a heavenlY blue, -' "N-o," replie,dthe girl. "I' 9.on't know 1p.uch. e;x:cept' A that he says that be is interested in manY 'matters, I T' gRess he does s ome money lending, 'doesn't he Bierce nodded. ,t "No, never talks ll!U'ChY about his 3.S--sociates added the' g.irl. "He'd better not if he wants his daughter to respect hiP'l, thought Pi'erce. But he was careful not to allow his feelings to appear ou ' his face Oir in any way indicate' themselves ill his voice. -I' J.. '.I. , "Then there's no possibilIty that your father: wished, to get rid of you is there? Fierce said. ," Adrii :l!ll' s la].1ght,er, softand silvery, out. I "Not the slightest in the world," she said, "in Iact if m y father has m.issed me, for so'metimes',he is away on business for days ,at a. time and I am left alone with m'Y old Indian woman" who aids me in the house-work of our home he is probably 'tearing his hair and offer ing half if not all of his for my quick and "i'eturn." :" Pierce nodded. .,\..., ." ,0'1 think that if I was abducted and ,left here ma rOb n ed to die that it was some one who had a pow er iul wish to injure mK father: My abduction seems to me to indicate a wish to get even with father. I feel sure it's not a personal enmity me.'" "Well, it caine mighty near co;ming to the same thing," replied Pierce. "It does not ma;ke much differ ence to you, whether it was personal enmity that your abduction or enmity against your father, for in" each case you would have been the> victim." -"If it had not been for you-and Orson Hubbard." .. Pierce blushed slightly. ' "v:r e did our he cried. "Dol! 't thapk" "r "... "It 'f' as lucky' for me that your' duty brought you here. If it had not I would have beEm a dead girl' by this time. I don't feel. that I could have lasted another' hour;'" said Adrian. "It was a lucky. thing for in e that you and Or!;ion were liurrying down the \ "It was;a happy thing .for us that we ;were," remarked Pierce, "it doesn't fall to two young men every day to rescue the prettiest and rich'est girl in Grave Yard Point. ' -;; ',-I This was a rather pointed speech but Adrian laughed and passed it off with the remark "neither riches or were of any use where I was marooned. "Do you know," replied Pierce, "that it seems to me that there is something behind this that while we don't understand just now, w e cal'!by the exercise of a little diplomacy." "Who ever attempted to kill you is coming back he:r;e to find if yoU: are really dead." "I should think that possible." "My advice to you is that you take a suit of a Chipe wyan boy's that we have in our kit. It was going to be given to a little .friend 01 mine in the United States and I had the wife of Blue Wing make it with infinite care. If I were you I'd take that suit, 'disappear in the tent, put it on, your clothing and I will display them linerally around the beach here, then you jump the :whaleboat, and we will play that you're a nephew of Blue Wing's." , The girl laughed. 'What' atn ![' to do with this blonde hair of mine?"" she asked. "Tuck it P,P under your Iridian boy's cap." "But my 1"" , Wash itin horse-chestnut 01" walnut water.' It will turn brown, and--", > "But will it stay brown? 1. don't want to be a bru-nette' I like being a blonde." -"Oh, the stain will wear off. It's better' to take some l!isk aD;d find who tried to kill you than no i, 'it, would e seem 'to me----;;-next trip may be more successful." Adrian thou-ght .over the matter at length; The more she the better she liked plan' ; appealed to her sense of the p.ramatic, and it a lso was sHe, could see. Who ever left her in the Lands was hovering about somewhere. He or she would certainly return. "Giye me boy's suit," cried Adrian with a charming smile, ";.ve will try to be in some position to sift this mystery. I don't, want to fe el that I am liable to assassination every minute...!..I wonder .what kind of a boy Pll make." I .. ) "Ho !" cr.ied Blue Wing. "Man coming in boat. Pierce ran
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.' THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. One look caused Pierce to decide what course to Inwardly Pierce trembled. take. -.Suppose that Adrian Bradford was not ready for an "IIello, stranger;" Pierce roared in his hearty clear answer. On the other hand suppose that she was al voice. "Glad you came. There's something strange 'lowed to at first show herself, unaccustomed to her been going on here."" new character and betrayed herself by a stutter that Captain Jim Wahpeton looked surprised. showed she was no Indian, and by an awkwardness', I "What is it7" he asked in his deep, growling voice. in her boy's garb that would betray the fact that she "There's been a girl murdered here or something," wa, s no boy. cried Pierce. J Better, had -argued Pierce, : to call to her when she A sneeririg look came into Jim's race. was under c()ve r, and get the first step over j it's the He stepped back and laid his hand on his revolver first step in everything that is the hardest tp which hung, in his pelt as if the remark. must need But Pierce hag. "framed up himself the greatest cause him to defend himself. surprise 'in his life" as he later told Orson Hubbard. pretended ,not to see the motion and con' No sooner had he asked the questioR than a stupid, tinued in the same /hearty way. ungainly Eskimo lad, whose face and hands were a "It's like this, stranger," Pierce said. "We mooe rich dark br0WIl, whose plue eyes were ;'round and' this shore about three hours ago to camp' for' the night. stupid looking, stuck his head Ollt of the tent and We found a bunch of women's clothes but no woman." gavi'J a sheepish, clownish grin. sulkily answered Jim. "No sign of a gal "Urn" said the boy in the gutteral, fishy voice of the "Not the slightest: Things sjlem black to me. First Eskimo. place what became of t,he .girl if there was once a ,girl Seal oj} diet seemedJ9 exude 'uo!ll the lad; here in these clothes. If not where is the girl that left "Um," he said again. these-" here Pierce held out a dress and a couple of "What an actress that girl would make," thought skirts whi.ch he had taken the precaution to rub Pierce. . ,. pretty thoroughly in the dirt before ) he showed them But repeatecl. his question again in a louder tone. to the thug. "What's your . \ "Any marks on 'em?" queried .Jim shrewdly. The reply exactly as if a: cross-cut saw had "No," replied Pierce as he carefully examined: a been run tlIrough a hard log. but he didn't tell the truth ror there was a "Ivakuni'.Iztacnihuatl," said Adrian mth a f.oolis11 ne 'at mOllogram "A. T. B." to be pll\inly seen. grin. '" Jim's face cleared. . "Whatn' cried Pierce. ..", Pierce, who was watching him covertly, was thor"Haw! Haw!" ,roared Jim. "Why. didit 't ye haltl oughly convinced that Jim could llave told more about that name in behind ye on that dawg sleigh, using : theJp.' the girl and her mysterlOus disappearance than he dawgs over there-say, theIit's likely dawgs!" chose just thep, although .there was nothing Teally tan-Adrian dashed into the tent, her .fur and de.,er skirt gible in any remark or' movement that Jim made. sult with wide trousers, being far more :y:todest than the Jhri's aWtude was that of a man. who .knew some"l}obble-skirt" of civilization and her seal boots and thing pf the clothing yet who did not propose to tell, close fitting yet roomy fur blouse beirig far less noticebut it was, all so fleeting that while Pierce searched his able than the tailor-make gown of the' outer, Jmd what brains for some co' nfirmation of his suspicions, to him it would call itself, the more polite world. the l entire matter narrowed down to his frank 'mental Pierce breathed freer. confession .. that the:t:e was only a slight suspicion The crisis was passed. best in his .mind against "'Jim: Adrian's fine bit pr comedy acting had thrown "Any way" thought Pierce, "if this chap thinks fellow Jim off his guard; he took Ivakuni Iztaccihuatl ; that I suspect there will be for me. at his own Eskimo valuation; he was left out of the I must be careful and dissemble." picture now; Jim was anxious to talk" d-awg." Jim on his part was equally wary. Pie:rce was perfectly willjng to humor him. He had so schooled his face that not a thought be"Where'd ye git them questioned Jim. trayed him. ,. "They b.elong t() the Hudson's Bay Company." "If trus is the man I want, I must look out," :thought "Oh. WID ye sell 'em?" 'Jim. "We can't be too careful just now." "X c ,an't. you might buy by seei.J;J.g the Post. Pierce decided to change the conversation. ,master at FQrt Churchill. I am only a grader and "Well, girl Qr no girl;" he I've .. buver of furs, you know-you're a trapper aren't yduY searched this barren' coast for five e)ther way Got any and no trace of anything can be found. Jim's face darkened He saw he had better "Then she's dead r should say," muttered Jim. make a .' she was 'out long in-'this kind of weather "Yep, he said, "I'm a trapper and I've got she'd have to be a polar bear to live." 'furs over to my shack; that I mount sell ye-;-are ye on "T{l.at's \ what," replied Pierce. "Now, s-tran&,e;-, a buying trip?" '. you don't know me so I'll tell you my name--lt s "No; I'm put on a hunting trip for fun. I'm going Pierce Gifford. I'm a Hudson's Bay Company grader to try' my luck tlP in Barren' Lands." from Grave 'Yard Point: This is my side partner, 01'-"Don't think you'll have much luck." son Hubbard 'ovo6r there's my Indian: cook and deck"W1:).y -hand Blue Wing, and the rest of the crew his nephew, "I went over the gr.ound two w eeks ago and only a boS whose name is-hey you in there, what's your got, one ox." \ nameY"" .' "How was that?" I k "There's a schooner wintered in a snug little harbor It was a bold stro e.

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,I. THE AMERICAN IN'DIAN WEEKLY. up the ;rnlet a bit, The man on it is a white man, and that chap more about the marooning of Adrian he has sent ,all the natives I down to Repulse Bay with Bradford than he is willing to admit." instrq.ctioIl,s to hlmt the ox clean ,back to the Inlet." "That's against rules." "WeIU" . "What" is?'! "Theycleane& up about all there tb clean."" i 'Your propositioii." "I see, That's hard luck! But we might get a "How' do yon make that-out?" ; '" ox or two after a:ll. I'd hate to come so far and 'get 110 "It's against betting rules to bet @n a sure sport." J ,: ' , . thing. It's a dead SID'e thiillg that chap bows a lot "I tell yoP, you wpnt do much. The Rativels tell abQut the lD,.arooning of Adrian. It's also a dead sure\ me that there's so many; wolves aboP't that tney eitlier ',thing that is here to spy on us, Don't give him a kill all the ox or they drive thEmi away." chance to, get wise to anything that win make him "We might go hUIitirig for wolves '?", think we suspect him ,or make him think that we are "Don't git shet 0' any wolves. I seen a pack ol1t for anything but a hunting trip'-Say did you at leas i n a thOusand big w;olves in it \lP near, the islanp.s see Adrian hand him OlleY') . r : .; about the Norrows, when I was fishing for seal meat a ,"You bet I did! Wasn't it great ,That girl's all spell ago. Wolves when 'they git'in pac]q; like that' in it, you be ,t! She's a brave' kid and L'm > not going will attack, anything, Game isn't known 'up he .r.e to to ret her get the ;worst of this deal. , anY' We'q. of ','Nor am I." them critters. The Arctic wolf ain't no easy thmg t9' rrhe two men then st. a:rted for camp fire. face." ,( " But nothing eould be seen oJi their ,involunt ,ary Pierce nodded. "",' guest. ,-\ y ,He wondered if this man was itelling the trgth; he "Where's the outlaw?" whispered Orson. wonder e d who the man .,really was, bll;t decide<;l to Pierce l@oked about in surprise. Itsik: no exp)anations unless t,hyy came fron r a Adria)). in. her; garb' of IvaJruni Iztaccihautl, the statement on the part of tp,e stra, nger. Eskimo lad, poked her head out of the tent, Jim on hi f side wanted time to think just what cou!se "I saw that fellow making track:;; fo.r the bay: to pUTslile.' ,>:. " ," wher e his boat was moored," < the girl' whi spered. '\ He slouched away toward the camp fire on which a }Pierce ran. out Of the little' gully where tb:e"tent ha, d big pot of stew was sim,mering. .. 1 been pitchecJ to get away from the wind?s sweep. I This gave Ifor prson, Hubb 'atd tp cO;n:!.e APt ':Jie struck high: .grou:p.d he : saw a 'hoat I nearer. \ f ',' I I:' ',' {'" L 1 ' I' a 1,:tom th.e shore. A glance t,old, him 'He Had bee'n watching th' e play" ef em'OtlODS WIth that the boat contained Jim Wahpeton the outlaw. wonderirigi eyes "" / v" P "Gop.e 1'" shouted "The has gone I;' :':s'ow you your partner?'" l).e" asked. ,.as as he came." . n '/'r PIerce smffed. Orson, Adr1an and Blue Wmg to the SIde "SIleaky looking cuss, isn't he Y "'1 of Pierce when ,they neard his hail. ,-' , ," They watched the mysterioUs dingy and its' mys-I Do you know who he is Y I' terious oarsman plow away toward a hilly blu:fl; to the "Not right, w4ere there. was it n,arrow arm of bay. "Well I do. I ,'," "Look!' saia Orson. "He' has pulled his boat up Who il3 he the1J., if, you him /3ow ell f', t'he bluff, "and i pragging it over the ether side. Where "Cap. Jim I ,I ,> is he going?", T ;' I of t? a Going cr0,,8s' ar,iri I of : ih,e ,.iJ;)ay.' ,start., ", 1 J 'I, Hudson 'B<>'" 'IS dotted wlth make-belIeve Islands Jut" Y d 't ' C J' th t1 0" "'J , ) ou "on -pt. !lan ap. 1m, .. e ou aw I ting .narro,,",: split arw.s of tiny. I do. " ana rIvers, and mto thIS labyrmth of land and' water man 'vve suspect bemg the par,tner.of 'our friend: the p.as There is Rink Bradford, father of AdrIan Bradford, m mmof trying to follow him!'" der of Three Fingered J aek'''' "Why, not?" '} ""H'ih" "" ":!( ,'., '''Be Sth "Be' cause firstly, he has a good start." y tm er.,. ".:,lnd secondly?" "No use of thundermg' at that chap---:-unlessyou "Like a bad: penny that fellow: is bound to com e .;J 't 'th ." 1>' J. , \!:l 1 oWl your gun ... " '(, "'. ,""1.< ':'!: \ 1 surprised at of t?-e ml;' '. "Think' sp r 'e markeJl' Orson. I. I c@mmg to hIS outfit. " "1 dQ' ,,. n 40 you I think ,th, e fellow ,wants', here?': he, who "ha. d peen looking baek toward the qampof \ .'. 1. \ : "fire not ;loined"'in conversati'on between Pier'ce I should say was an easy one. He IS her: t:-y 'and Orson, ,but she spoke 1,lp. .. mg to spy on us. ".'There'I3 somethmg strange happened at',the camp "To spy on us? Why? 'fire. Blue Wing'/3eeins to have fallen in a fit." t "Oh, ask me an easy one first. It wo,n't do any Pierce and Orson started for the fire on the keen: good to ask I can't answer. I know' rub.. I ", why that outlaw is here but I'll make a bet on why, A terrible sight metftheir eyes. if you're a game sport enough to take it up." Blue Wing was lyi:iJ.g on his back. " "When about a bet, name it. wpat's your His body '&S stiffl as a ,: proposition Y" , '.' 'J, I His jaws were tightly l Iocked. I '. His lower, extl'em"I'll bet you the price of twenty mink skins th'at itiEls Vi;ere extended stifl; and. the soles of his feet 1.'

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. were concave. The man's skin was livid. His eye"My God, J>ierce!" said Orson at length 'in a low palls were protruded. tone, "explain' what you mean 1 Who could have "Good God!" murmured Pierce, "the poor fellow poisoned Blue Wing and this dog?" d' ,,, I Th f IS ymg:" ., I e pOlson, rom the symptoms I have seen in the Pierce looked at Blue 'Whig's eyes.. dying Indian, and in this dog, upon whom I experi-They were unseeirig with fearfully dilated puplls. < mented, shows me that strychniNe 'had beerl used in <, A spasm of t4e dying man's chest seeined 'to set in this murder' o:l! an ipnocent man," said<.Pierce . -his eyes rolle a dreadfully and lds jaw relaxed. .. "Strychnine'?" Blue. Wing Jwas dead. "Yes, that,aeadlypreparation from num vomiCa, as Ad:dan was as white as a sheet. 'I is the pharmacopreial name of the seed of strycJmo8 Her breath,"cal;l1e ill quick gasps. rVw.D vomica or poison nut, that deadly importation from "What was the matted" she whispered. '''What the East Indies, which w.e use so freely up here in the "" caused Blue Wing's death .> killip.g of wolves, unde.r the name of strycp,nine," { .1;-' Pierce ,did not answer. < , answered Pierce. I' His eyes were trying to pick up the threads of the All marvel'ed at the "Words of Pierce. disaster 'from the mute witnesses abQut it. "But How did W,ing get the p oison queried He sa"f something glisten in Blue W,in.g's dea\l hand. Orson .)' , When he 109ked at it he found it was a spoon. "Do you.iemember when that arch-thug, that Jim Then Pierce saw that by the dead. Chipewyan's side Wahpeton, left me and went toward the camp-fire and was a bowl. <, . stood as if lost in, thought by it asked Pierce. The bowl nad been overturned. Yes!" cried AdJ;ian and Orson. Remains of the savory stew that was still simmering "It was theh he dropped a capsule which contained on the camp fire had been in the boWl; this was shown the fatal i'J:!, the kettle of stew He thought we by bits of the stew that were strewn ab,out the. bowl would all partake of the stew soo.n and that we all when Blue Wing had dropped it in the first paroxysm woulrl die in agony, an\l he at one fell swoop would that had seized him. have accompl,ished the horrible plot of The Brother"Hum," remarked Pierce. , hood of Thieves, wrnch the murder of Adrian His mind picked tip' and, retained all of the mute Bradford, and of ourselves ,!" thundered Pierce. evidence thus presented to hini. "Having" as he thought, he made his eS'-' me one of. our degs," cape ? questionea Orson r In a moment Orson had secured one. ";Yes, Pierce. "N ow you tip fh?,t stew over. "Br.ing him over near the simmering pot at the fire, I'll bet we wj.ll find e,noJlgh of those deadly. crystals ill added J the bottom of the pot of stew to 'kill. a regiment of Orson obeyed. men." ,,:; The dog was hungry and he eagerly watched Pierce In the dregs 'of the stew were shown the crys' ladle out a very small quantity o'f the' liquia in" the tals in doses enough to, 'destroy many men, as Pier,ce pot. .." ,,'.' .had predicted. . The dog lapped the stew up with greed y tong. ue. Tl1e strycnnine had been colored it was seen, to take Pierce stood watching the dog. away the usual deadly whiteness. ". up and watched the scene. Orson still : "Well, outlaw's plat has failed,." saidPierce held the dog llY ,the .,' as he. stood looking at the remains of the crystals, "In a few moments the animal showed signs of unwhich had not dissolv.ed in the stew: l'It .has failed easiness: <, '" ... ',,' and Jim Wahpeton has thrown down the battle gaunt"What's the' matter' with the dog?'.' whispered let. .It's a to the for some one n?w, as well Adrian pomting to the' p.nimal who was trembling, as as for'our Chipewyan frIend, here, Blue Wrng. Come if there was a general disorder of its nervous system. Orson, we must bury Blue Wrng decently. He died iri Wait, counselled Fierce. our service and by nis death did us the best of servThe dog began to tremble violently. ice, for it saved our lives." When it tried to' move its limbs seemed to be stiff. Adrian .in tears. By alid by the animal seemed to find it -----to stand. ,. CHAPTER VIII. '. It, laid. , lown, YVbile a of all ,', A TERRIFIC DANGER.:, muscles oecanie plainly manifest. ',', _,' NO' sooner was pOQr Blue Wing buriea, "For God's sake," cried Orso:o, his face wbIte and> Gifford calle d a council of war. beads of perspiration \ standing on his forehead. "Adrian,", said Pi, erce immediately, "you must "Pierce, the matter with this dog -?" tend and help us.'.' Pierce turned around quickly and pointed to the The girl laughed. dead Chipewyan. ,j' she asked "As Adrian Brac1ord or as "The Same thing that has ;ha:wpened to that poor, I vakuni' IztacciliuatH" \' InQ.ian there," he hissed : Pierce looked has happened to beast 'and man?" cried "By' Hokey, he said, "where did you rake up those Adrian .. ,'\ . names 1 They are more Eskimo than the Eskimo. "Poisoned!" said Pierce in a deadly whisper. They sound far to the Nor' Nor' West country." JC Poisoned?" cried Adrian and Orson together. Adrian made a little face. repeated Pierce with a Inutt,erea oath. "But they. aren't Eskimp," she said. '.A. that of ;the graye, whi'ch had "Aren't Eskimo ? IWhat are th.ey then 1" the IndIan fot Its fell upon the party. "Fakes.'? t l n .. I \

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18 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. "No they are not fakes for no name with the sound whaleboat. ,"If people wouXd only. live by dary. of a cross-cut saw grinding through a log, can be This plaruling ahead when you may be dead, isn't 'faked.' l . worth. I remembered that Iztaccihuatl was the name '.'That old chap lived from sixty, five eighty-four.. of a m\)llntain in, Mexico-and I I said that name. years, old, and thus for nineteen years he took his \ l?idn't both like an Eskimo?" friends up every Sunday 'to see ,hi.s monument.' "8-II11,:ely.', ;, "Therrwhathappened1" ", .' .' l "Which shows that Japan and Mexico and Eskimo "He decided to go to Europe, and on the way over his aren:t so far ,apart in so'nnd, of speech at'l that. steamer sankand Jte and 'about four hundred' other Well, thel bluff 'worked people were drowne$1." --"SpHmdi'dly. Cap'. Jim WahpetQn was stumped. "Say; 'that was sad." < He never suspected for a min:ute tp.at you we ,I:e Aqrian "You bet it was .for his body was never 1"eoovereil. 'Bradford. Do you know Jim?' P For nineteenyears that' darned tomb-st'one had been "I've be E m puzzling that question out,,, It would, waiting for the corpse of the owner' of the shaft to seem to' me that my fa-ther 'br(iJUght him to our."liouse come along and give it something to p'rove it was a at Grave Yard Point once a long, long while ago, Qn real tomb-stone and 'not a near-tomb-stone, and wb,en I selme, business or other, but I don't really know whether the owner was i'eacly w ,ith the corpse, he must needs go am right or not.' 1 and get drowned and couldn't be buried at the foot As Adrian. spoke she of his .. own at that.". "I appreclate your pOSItIOn, sard PIerce, for as AdrIan and 'PI erce laughed heartily over thIS story. you have told me that your father kept much from "That's' right," continued Orson. "A chap I once you in the way of his business, ryou can only arrive at knew very well was a broker and a bank cashier and points which touch lllpon his business by ,' all that sort of thing. W ell, after' he was dead his ,That's true. It's only by comparing tiny isolated friends published a book he wrote. One of the toWn facts with others and then getting a general a,verage characters in the book whord I knew well back in the 1m on the entire problem that I know just what to think States,' was made to this, 'If-ye gets a ten dollar 1'1' In. this case, I think that I have Jim, the outlaw bill put it in to you or on to you as quick as you can I b f b I" 'I' ore, u,t am not sure. -fer they ain't no in a shroud.' -He was just \ "It may pay you ,to search your memory tQ its dead right.,j You don't know when, how' or where the depths, for I have the, idea that Jim, the outlaw, knows, game's goilJ.g to break up for y.ou, and so what's the II' I something about your being deserted on that jsl::tnd-use?", yet I am not so sure. I may be mistaken." "That 's replied Pierce dryly, 1 "It means that we. will have to do the best we can, "When weJeft Grave Tard Point, at the extreme tip and watch and try mevery way to get' to the very of Wager Inlet and Huds, on Bay, we were going to run dregs of this, mystery. I know that-there is a reason our whale.boat to Yellow Bluff and then with our dogs for my being brought here, and-well, let -tne matter cross the country to tap the Inlet higher up and cut go into the future for a solution. Now we can only off a long sea j ourney. Along comes a gent we don't a few feet ahead; later things may drop into proper want to see, have no use for, and dumps strychnine, line, and we may know mqre." in our st1w-p,ot, and kills our good Injun friend Blue "'l1hat's, true' philosophy," put in Orson" who had Wing--' ". ,-been everything in readiness for a sail in the "To say nothing of the -chap (if it was a chap) that

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THE INDIAN WEEKLY. dumped a forlorn girl out in the remorseless, inhos pitable shores. of this bay, 'and' which has caused nb eng of trouble to two gallant men--" "Let up," cried the two aforesaid gallant men. "Let up!" . 'f .Anyway, added Pierce lamely, "our coUrse is changed. We aren?t going up the Inlet via the land, but we are going up it via the bay and the inlet itself." ered hundreds of feet into the murky lead-colored sky. The air was filled with a loud hissing noise extremely terrifying. ,'" '" f The cones of water spun round and round. 'fhe hissing continued. I ; What is it 7" erie!! Olson. "Why Y" asked Orson. "lim going to try and avoiq Jim, the outlaw, ,this method. You has tried' to poison and then rushed over there and landed, where we would have to land, if we bad taken the overland route-but if we take the' water route we will probably fool him." "A waterspout!" how1ed Pierce, whose cry awak ened Adrian, who crept over where the two men were talking ana gazed with fear-swept eyes at the awiul conflict of the elemen t s . "If those cone. :like corumns unite in orie, cried Pierce, "either this whaleboat is engulfed or every atom of mast, rigging-everything above deck-will be whirled a hundred fathoms through the air." "I" hope so prayed Adrian. \ I "Is this the waY. to fQol the outlaw? asked Orson. . I think so," Pierce; "How are the dogs ? "Fine. All are aboard the whaleboat," replied Orson. I 'How's the dog that I fed some of the' poiso'ned stew to 1" adde d Piel'ce. Orson laughed. "How is he? How is he?" Orson 'laughed . "He's the liveliest pup you saw. He Wias pretty sick for. awhile but he soon recovered, as you did not give him a dos e of strychnine enough to kill him, .only to The bubbling spiral cones and pillars came rushing toward the whaleboat. The' air seemed charged with disaster; the' water sp' outs were whirling forward,to engulf the frail craft. Crack! The sail split 'into a 'thousand bits by the soughing hurricane that appeared'to march before the water spout as the mast came do w n to the deck in a shivering mass of splinters. "Port! Port your helm," yelled Orson to Pierce, in the tone il. wounded lion, "or we are swamped. '! 'experiment' with on him and then he jumped on every' dog in the, place and licked 'em till'they:howled for help CHAPTER IX: \ and mercy." .' THE GHOST FROM THE 'PAST. said Pierce. ,"Haw! Haw! Haw! That was the way to end this "'Fact,' ,replied 0rson. ."They say strychrune:--is a little gam7 fellers was. playing,' la'ughed Cap. grand tonic ifqou don't overdo. That dog got enough Wahpeton, the' outlaw leader," as he sat in his to tonic him up into. a fighting humor. He reminded cabin once more, in the depths of the Barren Lands in me 'of a man who married seven wives-it was all the musk-ox country along Wager Inlet.' right after all 'to marry one girl, but in marrying the "Ho Ho! Hum!' I grinned Tzintzontzan, the Eskimo other six he rather overdid it." bandit .. "Fine, heap-dam-fine-work. All dead. Ugh!" .With a jaunty no d at, Adrian, Orson stalked away "Dead?" shouted Jim. "Well, I just guess yes. I whistling. ., have put enough strychnine in their stew-pot to kill a After 'Pierce had shied a rock at hiIfl, that if it had pack of a thousand wolves.' hit him, would have ended his humol'ous career for"That w P y you l)out up d-o -s-e," rejoined the Eski ever, the three travelers,' now hearten'ed up and feelmo "we'n I call 't'oder 4ay. Ugh. t ing able 'to cope with most anything of a bandit kind,. "W-al-l not ex;ac tly," hesitated' "I had some embarked in the whaleboat and soon were pretty well kinder an that I'd hev use for the poison, an,' out from the shore. I mixe d a 'Qig do,se 0' it, but I didn't go 'fer' to' ductor The shore"was making a taiV.t on the horizon them p eople's grub-it all c omes to me wen I was when .Pierce who was at the tiller steering, while 0.r' stan6tin b y their dinne r pqt, tryin' ter figure out my .' son watched the sail, hailed companion and mo-next' move-an' it seems t', me the best plan "'was to tioned him to come aft. take 'no chanst with them fellers lmt to gin 'em a dose Adtian had stowed in a comfortable'F and what would settle it all darnerquick. So, I jest sunny'spot underneath some 'fura and had gone soundly dropped' the dope ip. the pot; all over. They's had to s : leep. .' dirnter an' are dead long ago." "What's the matter?'" queried Orson. "You 'scape?" \ -"Look oyer the bay," replied Pierce. Y e p. I didJ;t't even tell my name. Wen I maps ,The sky was over-Gast bi cloud s in what seemed to the stuff inter the pot I makes a quick speak and gits, Orson to be within a stone's throw of. the w.haleboat. back to hyar-whar I fin's yeo W.all, them feUers is But at the same time.:there was a rift in the' clouds over."'" '. that seemed to let in vertical rays. The Eskimo was thinking intently. J t These beat down upon the tossing waters of Hudson He had, some imaginatioR and figured ahead., a good Bay.. .' '/'., deal. Then therll came a spectacle of novel and appalling He knew somethmg of the tr(i)Uble the deaths of :grandeur." ,Pierce Gifford and Orson Hubbard would make;. be-'. At a .distance of only a ,few ,hundred feet, the cause he was a real trapper-when"be had to be honest surface was bubbling up 4t the shape of spiral cones and do some kind of work OJ: starve-while Jim would of various height and sizes, all of them springing from rathe.r starve than do a:r;lY kind of work, and !lB a I within a c!rcle, the circumference of which was e .asily matter of fact had once or twice when his criminal equal to the largest. imag,inable circus-ring, seemed career wasn't paying, nearly starved. I about to unite with se;veral pillars of :water that tow-Jim saw' the doubting look on the Eskimo's face.

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, TEE AMERICAN 'INDIAN. WEEKLY. l "What ye thinkin' oH" asked Jim. The drink didn't seem to h}ITt the Eskimo any. ) The Eskimo shrugged his shoulders.in a doubting In f.act he seemed to thrive under its fierce glow. manner. Jlm: after aw1tile moodily s1ial,ked into the house him"I tink helluvatimeterpay," sententiously remarked. selI and took a drink. the Eslt;imo. He 'was interrupted by a howling whirlwind' jn tQe ? "You do" eh? I don't see why' ?"' " '< i shape of a man. i "", ,I" "P'haps thing more',so." '" Red.faced, Gursing, more a lunatic tha:n;' a m'an, it "You mean to say that even if I .that the. fact 'stalked into Jim's cabin-shack and, made 'Jim turn is that a mistake has been bY,' me in killing those fear. \ men 1'" "''ml''--,-nere followed words unmentionaMe-, "I do." < "where's'IDY dau'ghter?" These two words came iJi excellent English. Jim shrank back. Jim ( opened his eyes. Sometimes he .. wondered For the speaker, w,as Hinkley whether Tzintzontzan did, not" more English ,'Your daughter?" s,tid Jim weakly, while his than on his tongue. ' crafty, shifting e:x;es flew this wl.lty.."an'd that in sel1-rch The Eskimo was wont, to fall-back on the cunning of a place to hide. I What do I know of YO'ur daughsavage method of.,';pteten'ding t<;>,'not iIllldeFstang. when ,ted" 'Ii' , \ : "" reality )l e did thoroughly understanCl. all that was For answer Hink 'Bradford tne olitlaw; JIm. being 'said in his presence. 'A'. .,' Wahpeton, by the and !n rthe most of But when he cast a suspiciqus glanc e at Tzint1l0nfact way' proceeded to strangle the life out of his astzaIl;, the Eskimo was so blandly sistant, an.d active field man, of The IJ1; ath(irhaad at so dense, so savage, that J.in). decided that his surmises Tlllieves. d' ',,' were m erely the stutf that dreams are made of. Rink perilously near ending the soul of Jim un"Well," replied Jim, "tell why yoil think it foolish ush e r ed to another world. to kill the men?" ;, 'II" I Just in time Tzllitzontzan wrenched Jim 'away from ou don't, know they. really ll}lllt musk-ox Hink and iaid him" on / his own cot where he slunk o r just pretend to; hunt." , gaspUlg : for bre ath, al;!d as white as a ghost. Jim' / sc;ratehed ( his he(:l.d as he adplitted this fact "Whafor y.ou (10 dat? cried the Eskiino to was true. ,;', I. ,,", ;, li'Uow,l' aaded the' "whet-her srie akulg ,hound of a so-;n of a '<\l'led Hmk 'they's maps come up here arter" us Qr not-Hink Brad, or if he did J;lot cry those exact words he some ford, say fi nd O1tt ap.d na' unless dead words worse ; those, yours, If Tzintzontzan tells me that'!!! wniskey than. most .men could 'and s ta'nd up' ,so I'll stand ,for it." r under, in a matter of fact way. ,. "ItElo, "'< crie!i the Eskiro, I \

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. "Nuff said," retu,rned Hink. "I was told : on pretty Hink did not\ answer. goo d authority 'that y o u taken my gaJ away anu He gazed curiously at Jim Wahpeton. was ho lding her fo r ransom up here.' Hink knew that in the bandits of the regio n there J i m shook his head. were many men whose antecedents it was better not ."Do' you""think I'd do ubl e-cross y e like that, Hink?" to pry into; me n who h ,ad been of Adl-ian. "You maY'rI :don't know whether t'11 'answer' em or .. ,' I see. SHe told you Y .. not, cried Rink. J, ' 'I "Yes. She -said that Adrian went, out about seven "Whoop!" yelled Tzintzontzan To 0 'clock-she was going down to 'th'(thamlet to get the He had blown-up a'gain. mail, she said , .Well," w .e?-t ?I!-, Jim in r e ckless haste. ,"I've got "How did the mail come in to Gr?-ve Yard Poi?tV" an Idee that I d hke tel' put to ye if ye will listen. "It was the yearly steamer from Fort Churchill-got The cast one laok of at Jim and left in about three 0 'clock that day, and had' som .email for the room. J. me and f6r AdTian, I was told afterward by; 'the Cap He had heard of Jim. 's "idees" before. Jim turned to Hink. "I didn't think the jce was out enough to let the "Hink," he asserted, "I didn't hev no hand m steamer in." gal, but she's lead a ll right." "Nor 1. But it was all right. The steamer had :Hmk turne
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\ THE iNDIAN WEEKLY. She did." "Old Kate went y" .., "Yes." i "Leaving Adrian alone in YOlilrhouse "Yes." . "What trme did Old Kate return?" "Promptly at ten 0 'clock she says "Ohl Was Adrian home?" ... ,; Nons.ense I he cried. "What is it Y Let me see what it is I I don't care how unhnportant it looks it will be found to be important, I'm sure. Hink hesitated a moment. Then he handed :Jim something that froze the blol?d 'in veins and left him white and speechless. After all it was only a sheet of paper a rough drawing of. the right hand of a man wjth the :tIlitl-"Old Kate says she had taken a duplicate key to the front door, and so she let herself in carefully.' _A "She did, eh Y" 'She did." "Were the Ughts bvrning in the house?" dle _er missing. "It's the hand of Three Finger'ed Jack," groaned the / outlaw, while he ,shuddered in dreadful fear. "The old trapper spirited. the daughter aw'ay I" "What I" screamed Hink. Bradford.. "You villain, "Just as usual." , "Was Adrian home?" : There was no one in the h01,lse. '. you told methat Thre;Fingered Jack is "He i.'!,''' murmured the frightened ,outlaw. "Had Adri an retired?'!' \ CHAPTER X. "The bed in 'her room look ed as if it was occup ied, A SPLENDID SHOT, but Adrian was "See .the thing, whirl round I" '''What did she wear?" "It seems to rise to a dreadful height. "A black dress; a sort of riding habit, and her usual "It would drown us in this frail 'whaleboat if it other. clothing " bursts near W'l!?" -: "There had been no""preparation for a journey?'" In rapid su ccession Pierce Orson Hubbard, "Not in th. e -least Everything" that Adrian had on and the fair girl, Adrian Bradford, said the forego when she left was just what she usually would wearin' g words as they watched awesome and dangerous apout Qrave Yard Point at thjs season Qf the year. Her waterspout as. it went whirling in immense circles ..room, was uD.clisturbed. Her clothes were all there. over the, waters,' of Hudson Bay. ," There WS!J3 a thing that in an ti}' way suggested an The spiral cones were marching around like military idea on the part of 'my daughter tlfa;t she was going to corppanies, e ach !'lvery m9ment looking as if they would leave the house or in: 'fact had left it. enguli the party in, their dancjng depths. Then did not run away with anyone?" The rays of the sun in+-ested the falling spray in in"Sure. There's only ten white men in Grave Yard describable beauty. .' Point. I I.'ve located everyone of t}lem. All are ac"Wha t made it asked Orson as he watched the counted for":'-without her. wonderful "Was there no ,note..left?" .. , '!Waterspouts are the whirlwinds of the sea," re"None.'" 1 plied Pierce. "Th' ey are caused by aifferent "Not a line in the girl's handwriting to throw Some of winds, or. by asceniling of heated air. In light Olil. this mystery 1" ,their ascending the different curre,nts air come in ," conta'Ct with each other and this resUlts 'in eddies .: In his 'pocket was a bit of the gown Then they whirl backward or forward as prapelled by with her monogram" A. T. B. upon it"IWhich ,surface air. ,):ie\:n;ad so stealthily as to defy detection, taken' from "Isn: t-"the, water of th,e bay being sucked up into the /rey by the glare weeks or so, before my, c1ap.ghter disa1?,peared-it was of its eye, the found they could not look a way in-well, it was nothing. look-upon it as a practical from the' fearful spectacle. .' kind of joke, so don't connect it anyway. I'm sure, The dancing wl,Lterspout would whirl, away as if it has nothing to do with Adrian's disappearance about to waltz oyer tue sea ingigantic 'rhythm. Jim was all ears now. "There it goes I", Orson would howL '.

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THE AMERICA N I NDIAN WEEKL Y. 28 "N 0," contradicted Adrian. coming this way rate cones the great column rushed together with again! a tremendous crash. 1 With a roar be heard miles the waterspout. They ... whirled around in a dizzy dance) agd then in wo ul d come whIr lmg toward the boat-the craft one great roar the entire immense waterspout col w oul d r ock, and -tip as if getting ready to dive to lapsed, with a nois e that resembled the fall of a steeple in, the depths b e l ow 'and with a g r ea t shower of spray subs ided into the But the waterspout 1ike the serpent seemed to toy waters of the bay. ' with its prey. ," It was an ehtrancing sight. Instead of engulfing the fravelers it would hurry / The blue black sky seemed to push backward, letting away again to soon repeat to the dismay of all, the re-through a wide burst of the sun, ,the wind fell with markable performance .perfect drawing power into the sail of the whaleboat It was impossible for those in the boat to get the and the whaleboat, about one third filled with water .. sail to draw wind for the wind eddied in so many went sailing merrily away, like a daughter of old F a different currents that 'the can.vas had no chance to ther Neptp.ne, himself fill ; and with the roaring hissing sound from the waterDrenched to the skin as they were, the three passpsmt, the ship dan.ced up and down \ sengers in the boat set up a triumphant yelL NoW: the bow of the whaleboat stood up in the air as "Why didn't I think of thaH" yelled Pierce. ,if about te hit the sky; the next mome)1t the' stem of "That-what?" cried Orson the boat almost buried itself in the seething waves "Think of what you did," replied Pierce. "That's-"If this continues much longer," shouted Pierce, the way Blue Wing told me to get busy with a gun "we can't keep ailoat It seems to me every moment or revolver if I got tangled up with, a waterspout. that we will sink." They say, that the shots hurtling through' the air, "l'hat's 'right," cried Orson . "I can almost feel change the currents that keep the waterspout alive, the whaleboat split underneath us!" and then it falls'py its oWn weight-we are surely un-"I never saw a waterspout on .Hudson Bay befo re!" der Divme ca:r:e. No man himself, could possibly have interrupted Adrian. .' evaded such unexpected and dreadful dangers as an "Neither did I," returNed "They are rare attempt to assassinate us by poisoning us, and by the -I without doubt in these but I have heard that onsla.ught of one 6f natures most terrifying specta they had them .In fact, I know that Blue Wing when cles." ) he was a l ive to l d me that he had seen one or two,-1n "T4ey must be dangerous if you get the way o f his life-the conflict between summer and winte r just one?" said Adrian, referring to the waterspout. now, makes warm currents of air; these evidently "Indeed they are," replied Pierce, "our boat would have caused the. waterspout to form have been ground to atomS in that spiral compression "Look. Look!" cried Orson at this juncture. and WJ!J ',"Ollld have been drowned at once had the Spetlbound the wayfarers gazed watel'Spout hit tis." '.. ,-' Several of the cones and coItunns suddenly joined Well, thank God we are safe!" the girl replied forces and all united into !=t gigantic spout that towered ,t It would seem as if we were being cared' for 'by a up into the bl-de, black s 'ky above and as though by Higher Power as you say-no' mere man could face a magnetic with a rapidly increasing spiral waterspout as we .. did and live under'it." i motion the <)010ssa1 column came whirling down upon "I don't know why I fired at the thing," ,said Orso11 . the unhappy people in the frail whaleboat "I suppose it was the last gasp of a man who i O r waterspout's' movements were precedeq, by a used to fighting for life unexpectedl.;y that. he shoo roaring as of a thousand locomotives. even when he knows his last moment has come. I just. -' ['he surfaee of the bay appeared now to be of a felt that column of water was going to drown me, and strong, du11 white color I had a hateful feeling that I'd pop it a bitJ or lead !" shouted Orson. "The waterspout is I weny -the same idea that makes a man to smk us!", . his gun after he has been shot mortally and fire It at>" The fated column of hissing spray, water, and his companion who has just shot him:" I' violence bore down at frightful speed on the whaleboat "A thing about all such things I reme,mber,' : as Orson spoke. said Pierce, "was in the assassination of Wild Bill In desper ation hardly knowing what he was doing Hip kok, the best of the old time West gun-men, who was, Orson raised his rifle which lay at his feet, an.d began assassin,ated at Deadwood, over in the States, some , pumping sRot after shot at the waterspout as if his years agq. Wild Bill was sitting in at a card magazine gun could stay it by slaughtering it, when a pretty har,d ClISS, named Jack McOall slipped it was a wild beast of the forest. up behind Bill, placed a gun to the back of Bill's., The was, however, electricaL head and let him have it. Now the ball went through The 'waterspout hesitated. Wild Bill's brain, out of .his cheek, and over inta-' It stopped another arm who was playi:gg acrdss the table Pierce seeing the effe'ct of his fi.-iend's shots caught with Bill. Yet, shot through the'brain as he was, killed up his rifle and began making it bellow like a fright-without doubt a s he was Wild Bill beened powder-magazine fore tumbled over pulled hlS two guns half way out Adrian started her. automatic revolver going and of the where he carried them, when he was the popping, and banging and the smoke was startling raised both his hands grasped his weapons." even to those making all the noise and vapor. "Game to the last second, eh said Adrian. "Keep at it all," cried l?iei'ce over the tumult. "Not exactly ,that, but of Course that," Pierce . "Look! \ "But he was a man who was to gun-fights-he-Even as he spoke the two 8r 'three remaining sepa -had killed eighty five men i n &Rch fights in his life.

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WE'EKL Y . , his last breath was to 'get-back' at the enemy XI. wh9m he ,didn't. really know had shot him-it's the THREE FIN'GERED JACK'S GHOST. last thjng that leaves a man when he dies up' here the The door bore the splashy sign of a hand. The middesire to 'get-back.' ;-That's why. Orson shot at the dle finger of the hand was missing; it left the impreswaterspout."'" sipn of only three fingers. l ,"I guess you're right," the girl cried "That's what '\ At a glance Captain Jim Wahpeton, working chi 'ef makes real men! Fight, ann 'get back,' is the whole of the B1'otherhood of saw theseacts. story of a life for a man to adopt. Never give up. His face turned white as chalk. If Orson had given up, we would now be floatin g His jaw fell. on the surface of Hudson Bay dead, with our boat His trembling finger pohl,ted to the impression on the tp.e prey, to the, waves-in the very last se<:Jqnd ,doo!, of his shack ,and Hinkley Bradford, ,actual chief before obliteration came to us, Orson. 'pumped. his lead, of the B1'otherhood in, saw the grewsome out of his gun-result--" sight. Over the summer sea, with glad nearts. gay and Hink's nerves were Detter shape 'than those of free, singing glad, melody, eflch heart to gladden,", Jim's., . Pierce 'in a voice not ,much better than that of a He had not rushed so much whiskey down his thl!oa't d.ow) and, wh? al$o didn" t liis words cor' as his field assistan.t. ," rectly. .,' But even Rink :was staggered. ' Orson who had' been bailing out the ho 'at .grinned as The two outlaws looked oddly en.ough at each he winked at Adrian. .,' said Hink. "W-h-a-t-t do you think \ ' Our 'leader," he cried, "is a tenore (lamithat is-s 1" . "It's-s the sign that Three Fingered Jack, the trap-, case gf throwing pearls before--: calmly; per set, when I kil-I-e-d-d him," whimpered Jim, like ,'retorted Pierce. I, a schooi l boy caught in a fault. Before hecould sp 'eak further Orson. made, a noise Hink curiollsly gazed at the impression on the door .like a pig.., It was made in blood, .That's it," cried Pierce, "Y.ou're on to my meanTh ere was rio question of that fact. ing F! .,' The blood was drip, ,dripping down the siQ-e of tb,e ;' laughed. ", : ,I do' or/, in YitUe, and rivu, lets rooked at. 'it. J. n"That's the, way, genttemen," she cried, :'take your' It quavere d'and waveFed' here and there f6110wmg 'troubles with a merry jest and, don't let it, get the grainO'f the wood, until it C<;>agulated in a tiny iVour heart? ,A tr'ouble laughed" at is a trouble half, .p,ool at the bottom of the door on :the sHk '" turne d into a bit' of good, luck.' 1 The bloody traces weI:e plain Qf a hand with tlJ.e mid:-.," "vy-hat i1ll' writer dIe. finger missing it plainly that tb,e hand was ]st, i The Wl se
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THE AMERICAN INDiAN WEEKLY. "Three Fingered .Lack lay there," I continued Jim, as if making a confE$s.ion of murder whether he' wished to do so or not. "I began to look over his furs: T1!ere was one with a price on it I coveted. It was a silver g 'ray tOIlf sIan." 'Y cried Rink. You sent the skin to me." ''1'here was a marte'tll skin lay next to the silver gmy foro slrAm," ad ded Jim. ", '''Yes. I remember that skin also." "Just as I was 100kiIi g at .this skin," cried Jim, "Three Fingered J3;Ck came back to llie. I saw hi.'m rise He rushed over to ,the skin I held. He grasped it in bloody right hand. 1 tore it away from him. I 'struck him once more. He did not rise again." Rink's face wore a startled look. He around at Jim. "'What did ;YOl). do with that bloody skin 1 roared Rink. "I it to you." .Rink's face worked savagely. "You took out the bloody marks, didn't you now, before you sent it to me 1" "No-o." "Wliat 1" "No-o'." J;Iink dazed by the rush of thoughts that came to him. r. ,_ 'Did you notice the skin 1" cried Hink, "before you shi]>ped it 1': 'I , "'V\i"
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THE AIv.!ERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY ",' .. He as he sp0ke to a bit of white paper "that cb' 1i1ldn't lift the mountain' unless I knew that I had' was iW-ttering in tlie wind: , tried; and found I couldn't." "Ho did a bit of white paptlr get the):e," added' Pierce laughed. '. it's not a paper: By Jove, wha,t is it?", all right, he cried to the girl, "no",'watch. "It's a skull," {!ried Adrian whose eyes were quick me do the act of hoisting the World on my ,I and bright. "'I can seethe cross-bones below the shoulder." ," 'skull.", While speaking Pierce cauglit hold (ilf Pierce rushed30rward. \ expecting 'that h e had no Il\Dre chance of raISIng It up, ,]/ There was a human skull lying on:' a rock; and the than if he had tried to lift the en 'tire world. .i, bones, below"it were partly attached to' a tiny He gave a tug. .'''",' '. ,stunted :fir tree, and from the hollow distorted eye of Up !:lame the rock and over went Pierce on J:Iis back. the skull a tiny string or thread was seen to iall and The rock did not weigh five pounds. then as far as the eye .could reach, me .andered back '''Our strong man," shouted Orson ,striking > -toward the rocks further inland. an and pointing to the prostrate .:'He studied the Pierce }Vho had been feet away while.Orson .It's a joke," Adrian';jo k eq now hailed therri. But AdrIan shook her head. Till s conf ounq, ee e n :,inte r este d in this part of the I

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, THE AMERICAN INDIAN 'WEEKLY . I '\' world-or it's a set of directions to anyone that might ( CHAPTER xm. come here." THE END OF THE BROTHERHOOD. Adrian' like an inspired prophetess as she {'You cur, you you pup, spoke. Her eyes were almost black with exciteg 'et up!" 'I. ment. Her fair h ,air fell in natural curls over her low, Hinkley Bradfo'l'd yelled these words witIi a kick broad brow, her face was lighted up with,the feelings one at a time, to the cringing body of the outlaw, Jim within her that she was on the e;ve of a 'pdrtentious Wahpeton. 'I, r. discoverJ(-she was witwut doubt the prettiest girl 'Rink had recovered his wits a few minutes after that Pierce or Orson had ever seen. his brain told him of his danger from the weapons of Adrian went on. Pierce and Orson. "I've got a plan! It strikes me that after aU, this e resolved TInmediately to fight to the last gasp. message is very simple," she said. "Ors.on, will you "There's two of them," ,he cried, "there's three of take' fQur moderate paces North from that point where us, cOUJ;lting the Eskimo Tzintzontzap. If Pierce pulled up'the rock so very, very gracefully1" outlaws can't do up those callow young men, who aoni t Pierce walked away with a sniff. Orson, however, know anything at gIl about gun play, we 6ughtto fall(l put' himself in line. down before them and let them kill us." "I don't know which is North and which isn't," he Hink's thought.then was that after thet victory he marked. I was sure ttl gain, he assured himself, it was bette.!' for Pierce who had seen the si ,tuation coming, betrayed 'him to flee the territory as fast as he could. in the words 'of Orson had gone over merely tQ get a "I've been rid,ing fol" this fall some time," he said: compass from, his coat. "I have placed enough cash to get Jl1yself i}ll the com"That's North," indicated by a sweep of his arm. forts of a home with :trimmings far, far away, from Counting slowly as he went along, Orson soon had these those chaps, Pierce and Orson, four mpderate paces, that is moderate as to length off, and then make my jump. f' , .... of steps, measured, off. As for The Bt'oth e rlwoit of Thieves Hink cared noth"Order No.2," O rson cried with triumph to Adrian, ing. "'-"What is \ t 1" "They probably have got at differep.t points where The girl consulted her bit of paper'. they are doing business a good, deal of loot," Rink "Now run 14 more steps," she cried. argued.' '''What of'it1 They are welcome to what This was done. I" f' they can get. I've done up out of anything but the lit-" ,Now then," she said, 22 to that!" tle end; and I've made that end little as I thought This also wa,s quickly done. ,. the band would stand for without a struggle. I've By this tilne Orson was a long way off. got away with about all there is 'of. the' boodle. The "Adrian,' 'he shouted; "get me a telepp.one. W4en rest can go hang with the outlaws, -My bit is placed you get to the next stepping numbers I'll need one. out where no one but me can get'iti". I'm' two feet from hearing yQU now." Intent, ther{lfore, in making the Q.e,st ,o. .a oad situa"'Take 23 steps 'more," the girl cried. tion Hink tried to rouse some kind of feeling in Jim, "Twenty-three for mine," !howled Orson One the outlaw. more step and I'm in the bay!" Get up! he, howleel.. Pierce, who was an interested obeerver but did not Jim shook his head . 'think that the plan of Adrian was coming to anything, "No use," he groaned. "'I'm a dead man!" laughed."Dead You're better than ten dead men \ But' Adrian, insisted. argued Rink. "Get up,' \ She put Orson through the stipulated numl;>er of rrh i s was punctuated by another ,kick, I steps indicated in the chart in the direction of West "Get up!" and South, Btill another kick. "There" s only two ,steps to ta,ke," cried' the girl It was no use. Rink saw that after awhile. Jim" finally, when the last number South was taken. W a hpeton, outl a w leader, was a hopeless wreck, and As she did so she looked' back over -the route that that was all : Orson had,taken shown by his tracks in the soft earth. How to 'hearten him into a fighting mood was some-While there was many steps here aud that were thing tha t even Hink Bradford despaired of, and he superfluous, Adrian sa;w that the general direction in wa not built of despairing stuff. \ spite of the' confusion of the different North, South .IIink called to' Tzintzontzan. and W est directions had been toward the up-land be,The Eskimo came rather haltingly with his face ,bent hind them and that the last two steps took them ,to low as if in pain.' the top of a little rocky liill. ," '''Yoli.'re scared too, are ye1" "Ye "Wait a minute, she cried. "What will yell e r skinned son of &seal, go and bring' a bottle of we see when we take those last two 'steps that will al-whis key and give this infernal coward a drink!" low us to see over the' hill into the valley beyond 1 'l' he Eskim1> without a w.erd turned and entered the "We had better'get to where we can all be together c a bin-sh ac k where he and Jim had live d in close when we take those last two steps suggested Pierce. communion so many months alone. "Lord only knows what w e will find conc ealed b ehind The Eskimo soon returned with a bottle of whiskey .that hill." ,," H e poure d out a stiff drink and gave it to Jim, the Orson started fo rward to make the last two steps. outlaw, still witft his face held low. The others ranged themselves by his side to also Jim the outlaw swallow e d 'th:e !atal stuff. take t h e last two steps. Was wllat they, were going "Gimme a too 'shouted Hink. to s e e a m..e ss a ge from the dead 1 T z in'tzontzan slunk over to Hink.

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THE AMERICAN IND1AN W:EEKL Y. He handed him the whiskey bottle with averted face HinlJttook it. Then: he gave a scream of fear. For oJ;!. the whit'e lab<;ll of the ,bottle there appeared, blotchy; but' pla}n, the faint outlines Of a man is right haF.d with the middle finger missing. ( Again the fearful yell of fear came from the l ips of Hinkley' Bradford. Tzintzontzan, the Eskimo thug, raised his head and 'J gave one long, fiendish stare at Rink. I' "My God! '.' shrieked Hink. "It's Thr.ee Fingered "It's a two-step all around," -laughed, Orson. Look! Look} See 's a man lying in front o f a cabin," cried Adrian oblivious to the words of Or -SOD. \' "Ah," Pierce with deep meaning. "1 see . "You see what?" queried Or.son. I'''y,ou're seeing things. Can't, you :fix things so that we all can see? Pierce, -did not reply. ;His were trying to. r.ead the picture before "I see a shack and a cread man lying before it-hh", Jack! ., I begin to understand. , 'thegreat, b'ilds.: self sufficient leader of the BTothet' -As Pierce spoke he spelled out the story ip an imper1;ood ot Thieves when he saw the awful face that lowfect way. ered at him with eyes burning with hate" now no "That's undouptedly the haunt of the outlavr s here," ; J longer the face 0f the Eskimo, Tzintzontzan, but of he cried "Look! Therels a canoe d'rawn up!'" that of the missing Thre e Fingered 'turned" and "That's my canoe, the one I was brought bere in, I fled into depths of thesilent hills of. the Barren feel sure," said Adrian. "You remember, boys, I told Lands, a man crazed with fear. you both, at the place where you found me that when I When Ink shrieked the name of Three 'Fingered awoke the day after my it was an abduc-Jack, Jill Wahpeton, the outlaw, heard it. tion-that I was brough.t there I thought i}l my own He tried to r.ise but a terrible pain! assailed him. canoe because. it was there when I awoke He tiied to open his mouth to speak but his j aws "Y,?s, Yes," said both the young me:t:l toglther'. We whe firmly locked ' remember 'just wnat you said." . Through his frame there swept tile horrible spas"Oh, for: God's sake, look interrupted that comes when death byst;rychnine Orson. /'" poisoning has begun its torments. His hand was pointing to a they could plainly ,Jim let one scream of drcadful agony him. see standing alone over on a slight 'hill Q.irectly oppo"Poisoned, J> he yelled "Help! Help!" site them' 'and behind } the shack in the foreground. His dying eyes turned to meet th0se of Three FinPierce looked. gered Jack. "It 's Fingered J ack j roared Pierce "Alive,.. J He is dead, 'yet he has come here and poisoned me," by' t4unc;ler wailed the dying outlaw. ( .' Led by Pierce the three ran with all their might ,'Jil'!t tried, to rise A fearful spasm wracked his tordown the ,iittle vaHey and up the hill where they had the fi'gul'e 6f th' e missing trapper Three Fingered' 'He back a corpse. Jack'. " 1t I 1 Toe of Thieves was at, an end. But when they reached :the spot that the figure had One of its -leaders w as flying into the silence, the occlipied there was no figure there. I mystery, and the secret places where a man's life goes "What's this?" cried Pierce, as he looked 'around out in fear and dread. hi:pl. 'Phe other of its leaders hiy dead from the There was nothing, in sight save the barren hills, tha.t he had tried to kill others with. the snow-clad mou.ntains, the wide-solitary, lonely "Retributi.on!" cried the' :figure of a man standing stl1etch 0fthe great Huds0n Bay. f on a hil l directly back of the li0rrib;le scene, '!Jaclr must,lile hiding," sald. AdFian in' a voice that rrhe form was that of Three Fingereg Jiack.' she tried to ma lie of fact. ;' Was it he? But it trem1?letl with some secret feeling she dared No one really knows, Three Fingered ;Tack passed tb,us into the same silence that shielded the fate of HiI),kley Bradford. Neither Fingered Jack or Hinkley Bradf0rd were ever seen in this wOI:ld again by mortal eyes. CHAprrER xiv SCENE DISCLOSED. Tiie three daring yOUlJg people t ook the fatal two ahead. not voice. ", down the hill -the, 0ther tliere," suggested Orson There was nothing there either. The trio oi became desperate They separated at Orson's suggestion and began goIing over the ground carefully. '" I Nothing was to be seen. T:p.e same silence, the same awe 'so1p.e 1011el, i ness was ail that greeted them on either side.

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II THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. there ml,ty be a solution of this mystery down the shack,' suggested Pierce. 's all go there and see." hurri. ed down to the shack. 'l'hey saw the form of the dead outlaw, Jim Wah peton, still, with the light of eternity s 'urrounding him now; he hl!-d b' een an outlaw; now he was only a dead man. "He has gone to a higher Judge than we be," said Pierce as he stood by the side of the dead man, distorted face, told all how he had died "Poisoned,..' whispered Orson : '. "Yes," replied Pierce "He is dead of strychnine with which he tried to murder us." Irhen the three with white faces passed by the fearfully distorted corpse, even now bloated and repul sive in death. There lay a 1 "Is it yours?" asked Pierce of Adrian in a low tone. Adrian examined it. "Yes," she said. Pierce merely nodded. They entered the shack. It was a scene of ruin .. and desolation that faced them . The entire place had been wrecked apparently by some unknown force. In the center of the room upon the floor there lay a dead man. It was Tzintzontzan, t1!.e Eskimo thug. His face was set in an expression of horror. "I wonder what he saw befor e he died 1" said Orson to Pierce. "How did he die?;' questioned Adrian. Pierce pointed to the neck of the corpse There all saw, about the dead Eskimo's neck, the plain mark of blpod stained pngers. The middle fin 'ger of the hand made no mark. "Three Jack that' Eskimo .to death," cried Orson "But where is Three Fingered Jack?" \. The question was not answered. "It never has been answered. For the grave many unanswerable secrets. "" * '*' "" '*' '*' '*' '*' '*' '*' '*' The three friends I made a careful search of tne shack. There was not much that they could piece out of the wreck 'Of the place. The y saw that the cabin had been once irihabited by Three Fingered Jack. They also saw that it had been inhabited by the outlaw, Captain Jim Wahpeton and "What d b you suppose we saw?" queried Orson after the two dead outlaws had been buried in constructed graves by the two men. > Oh, l' can not tell, rejoined Pierc' e "I am sure we saw the form of Three Fingered Jack there, whispered .4drian "I don't know. There are _more things in Heaven and earth than are dreamed of by some of us . I also think I saw Three Fingered Jack on earth, but ah me, my' friends ; no human tongue can ever tell .the mystery that lies behind the dreadvl scenes We have had partly revealed to us to-day. "Who do you suppose set that labyrinth to us here 1" whispered . Alas, I can not tell. Yet, it served its purpose in bringing us here Frie nds all, I am not going to try to pierce the veil tha,t shadows the real from the unreal-suffice it for me that the Brotherhood of Thieves through The Fur Tratkr's Discovery is broken up!" ) .. "But how did I become marooned on that barren spot where you round me 1 asked Adrian. "My 'child," cried Pierce, "you may have gone :-. there in your sleep . Many strange things have been told of those who walk in their sleep-the out law, Jim' Wahpeton, may have carried you there for purposes that, with the if he was the one that carried you, are hidden now in his d .eap, brain. ' There was no use of further attempts: to delve into the .,mystery all sa,w. The return to the hamlet of Grave Yard Point was made without: trouble. For a long time Adrian awaited the return of hel" father, but ,nothing was ever heard of him again. No trace was ever had of the great which he was suspecteq. of leaving hidden in some safe in tile great financial districts of many larg, e cities of the world. There w a s a snug little fortune found in the finan cial of the North-West, and Adrian used often to say to her husband, Pierce Gifford, "that was quite as good as too much" in the money line. To which Orson Hubbard, who now was a Fur trader Q,D. his own hook, used to reply with a twinkle in his eye: "But'what you have is 'nothing to what the Brother hood of Thiei'es really made!" Often all three, who were always great friends, spoke of the myst,ery surrounding the death of Three Fingered Jack. They never could some to any point where they felt that they had solved the m y stery, they pre sented many explanations to each other at various .' There is so much that is silent and secret in the fast nesses of the great North-West. THE END.

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GREATEST B Y THE GREATEST OF ALL DETECTIVE WRITERS OLD' SLEUTH WEE K L Y \ These stories, issued ev e ry Friday, are the greatest d etec tive stories e ver written No man h as ever lived in t h is country or any other whose tales are so thrilling, so entrancing, which ... so teem with excitement and desoel"ate situa tions as those of "OLD SLEUTH. The stories are twice as lon g as those in any otber lib,ary, 'lach story having the total of 50,000 w:5'rds. Nothing like it ever before attempted. > THE FOLLOWING NUMBERS ARE NOW O UT: 1. The Return of' ,0ld; Slcfuth, the Detective' or The Great Philadelphia 71. The Omnipresent Avenger; being the continuation of "Oil Their r Track." 2. The Mys!!'ry of Missing MillIons; or Tracked by a Great 72. Tragedy ""d Strategy; being the conclusio n of "The Omnipresent .. Avenger. JJ 3. The of tht, 'JIaunted House; or The Great Detective's Tragic 7 3 The Gypsy Detective's Greatest Case; or Phil Tremaine to the 'Find "" Rescue. 4. 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