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CHAPTER IX ? Continued
? 17?
"Well, you're Just about cleaned up
on Franz. When you got here he was
?it tin' In the golden chair. You've
^ ' made a monkey out of him since. He
" ain't quit the country and he ain't the
kind to forgive. If I was to want to
nab the man who started this Are I'd
begin right now cheekln' up on where
Mr. Franz esquire was at this fore
noon."
A crawly premonition ran through
' Stejj^,* Wartin thought Just as he did.
perfectly reasonable to suspect
that Franz, outmaneuvered In mtJF^
' ambitions than the foreman knew
anything about, would resort to the
torch before accepting defeat.
And, on this, a companion fear com
menced to form within him. The fu
ture of Polaris lay between the folds
of a heavy brief case back there at
headquarters, protected only by an
k old, erlppled man and a temporarily
" blinded girl. This fact assumed om
inous proportions although he tried
to In ugh at himself.
Why, Franz could not know that the
money had arrived, he argued silently
as Wartin tnlked on about plans for
^ the night ; but In the next bret.th
W he was remembering that the man had
been present when MacDonaid dictat
ed his terms and would know that any
representative of the Flynns arriving
now would bring currency.
He called La Kane to one side.
"I'm dropping back to headquarters
just to have a look." he said. "I'll
take a canoe because Wartin may
need the boats for supplies. Just tell
Young Jim to sit tight until I get back.
When the boys are told what we three
know, we should all be together."
"Right."
Dusk was falling as Steve landed.
A silence hung over headquarters
which seemed weighted with Import
as he stepped to the sand. lie stood
still a moment, listening, and then
called sharply :
"III, Tim! . . . You, Tim!"
No answer, and again a premoni
tion of trouble went crawling along
his spine. He called again; still no
response.
He could see that the door of the
store was open and, Flopping only to
take an electric flash-light from his
Jacket In the canoe, walked swiftly
toward It.
"Tim !" he called sharply from the
steps, that premonition more pro
nounced. "Tim!"
A faint, faint sound rewarded him:
a scraping on the floor, a husky gasp.
He stepped within, snapping on the
beam of his torch. He halted with a
sharp oath at sight of the figure
sprawled there.
"Tim!" he cried. "Tim, what hap
pened?"
"Franz," the old fellow gasped.
"Franz . . . shot mo . . . took
the , . . money. . . ."
Words died to bubbllngs In his
throat as ho struggled valiantly for
the breath to speak.
"Franz!" Steve echoed. "He shot
you down, Tim?"
"Yes." ? a faint whisper.
A tremor ran through the fragile
body and It tensed as under a wave of
pain for a moment. The light Steve
held on Tim's face revealed the heroic
struggle he made for strength to speak
further.
One of the old hands, cold as Ice,
now, gripped his wrist.
"I'm dusted . . . Jimmy. . . . it's
. . . it's money . . . and . . He
was struggling against the darkness
which closed over his mind, clinging
to that remnant of consciousness thnt
remained, fighting to keep mind and
voice functioning until he had done
the thing that he nlone eould do.
"Money," he mumbled as Drake tried
to ease his posture. "Money.
He took it . . . 'nd Rhot me . . *nd
Katie . . .?
"Kate? Shot Kate?"
Steve s voice sounded like a wom
an's, so drawn by pnnlc,
"Didn't shoot . . . her. . . . She
heard . , . Saw him dust . . . me.
He took her . . . tied her up. . . j
Had canoe . , . nnd outfit. . . , Took
her north. . . . Up lake. . . . Snid
' ? ? It'll be . . . juHt
n ? I. . , ,H
Steve's monn wns thick and heavy.
His mouth wns dry bin heart flailed
his ribs.
The old man's eyes were closing.
Ho had lived to tell this, which he
alono could tell.' His chin sank to his
I breast: he seemed to nestle almost
comfortably In the strong arms which
held him. Ho had done all that ho
could possibly do. Now, he wanted
rest.
Rut DrRke could not let him rost.
"Whon, Tim?" he a?ked quickly
"How long ago? When did he go?
How long ago was It Franz took
Katie away?"
The suggestion of a frown crossed
the graying face. Old Tim drew a
Slow, labored breath.
"Jtist . . ho began and bis chest
Collapsed and as the last of the breath
slipped from h In torn and tortured
lungs It carried the long-drnwn whis
per? "No- www." The word was
faint, but unmfritakablA.
Tim lay wholly Inort In Drake's
?rm*. The old' heart had fluttered Its
last. Trying to be true to his trust
to function until he had discharged
his duty. Tim had failed. So much
. Wd happened of treachery and pain
In these' last hour* that It seemed
to him as though Franz had only Just
VW fctyj?' ">hote(1 off. bearing Kate as a
V ? had said: nnd then, after
*?
By HAROLD TITUS
Copyright by Harold Titus
WNU Barrio*
that last pause he was ever to make
In speaking : "Now."
He was dead, slain Id the service of
the Flynns, but this was no hour to
give way to regrets, to- be concerned
with the dead. One tragedy had end
ed and nothing beneath the stars could
undo it. and another was In the mak
ing that very moment, perhaps, and
a fear such as Steve had never known
possessed him.
He went quickly to the far end of
the room and took down a rifle from
its resting place on a set of antlers.
It was loaded. He slipped more am
munition into his pocket and ran out,
closing the door behind him.
He strained his eyes up the lake to
where the first stars struggled to show
through the edge of the snoke haze.
Franz and Kate must be somewhere
not so far off. heading for the upper
river and the big country tc which it
gnve access. "
As he launched the canoe his only
thought wns swift pursuit. No Idea
that old Tim might have been mis
taken In what he had told entered his
mind. He felt that they were out there
on the lake, almost within sight, per
haps still within the distance that or
dinary sounds of travel might carry.
In the beginning the evening air was
clear and he could see fairly well.
But no craft, no movment, no sus
picious shadow rewarded his vlgllnnce.
He stopped paddling now and again to
listen. With an outfit and Kate in his
canoe the fugitive would be unable to
make much speed. The thing to be
done then, Steve rensoned, was to get
ahead of him up Into the river be
| yond the smoke where he could lie In
wait.
He approached the northern end of
the lake. lie was tempted to cut
across to summon help, to call the en
tire crew off the fire which was a
menace only to property and turn
them out to head off the scourge which
threatened such a precious thing as
Kate Flynn.
And yet thnt would take time and
Kate was Franz's prisoner and he
knew he was capable of effecting res
cue alone once he could locate that
other canoe. His eagerness, his
anxiety, therefore, upset his usually
good Judgment.
He could not sit still. If he had mis
calculated, If old Tim had been wrong
about the time of Franz's departure,
"I Won't Be Gone 80 Long," Fran*
8ald After He Had Swung the
Canoe to HI* Shoulders.
they might bo still beyond him. The
wood enmp was not far away ; he
would ro tlmt fnr, anyhow. . . .
A solitary window gleamed yellow
ns ho rounded the bend br-low the
dump, and he willed "You, Francois?
On the Jump!"
Itpjtvas the French-Canadian with n
crippled foot who had Riven Steve his
directions Jhe evenly that he arrived
nt Good-Bye. Ills crutches were dls
carded, now, and he hobbled with only
tho aid of a cone.
"Francois, you been horo all day?"
"Dull Oat foot, she hurt lak h? 1
so ? "
"Seen anybody RolnR up the river?"
"Sure; oui. Wnn man, Franz, she
ro op rivalr lonR tnam ? H
"Alone. Froncois? Wns he alone?"
IIo Rrnsped the man's arm and
shook It.
"Oul I She ROt canoo all load ver'
heavy."
"Heavy packs, eh? I/ots of Rrub?"
"Oul, oul 1" Tho man nodded.
"Lo's stuff, Yo'nR .Teom."
"How long sro was It, Francois?"
"Oh, mabby see* hour, mobby four
hour. After?"
"(3ood Lord, aro you sure? Why,
that cnn't ho!"
"Oul. Mobby she cnn't be, but she
so. I)e sun, sho stnn' op In sky all
red look cool."
Steve brushed past the man nnd
stepped Into his shnnty.
With the stub of 0 pcr.cll he
scrowlod a hasty note:
"Fran* killed Tim, took thp money
and forced Kate to ro with him. Is
headed up the rivet- with a Ioor start
and I'm jjoIiir my best. Send plenty
of help on my trail and In a hurry.
Not for me, understand, but Kate may
need It.'*
"There," he muttered. "Now, Fran
cola, you've got to Ret this nrite to
MeNally, somehow. Franx killed Tim
Todd and stole money from Old Jim.
Understand? If you take a long time
getting this to McNally you're likely
to sizzle In h ? 1 for It!"
And leaving the bewildered chopper
duly Impressed, he ran down to the
river and began paddling' up the cur
rent, believing that a man planning a
get-away would take the first portage
Into the Mad Woman.
CHAPTER X
On her back In the canoe bottoin
Kate Flynn was transported up the
lake.
Until they were well into the smoke
Franz did not speak. Then he said:
' Quite different, my dear, from a
trip I'd onco planned to take with
you!" He laughed drily. "That was
. . . another year." His mouth twist
ed oddly, as though he were drowning
futile regrets. "I loved you, Kate.
Muyhe I still do . . . maybe. . . .
With twenty-five thousand dollars and
you . . ."
Not by so much as the flicker of a
lid did the girl Indicate that she gave
heed, but her heart wns In tumult.
Franz paddled steadily and after
darkness had fallen guided his canoe
against the bank and stepped out.
He helped Kate to a sitting posture i
and then to her feet. She was stiff
and lame from her long confinement '
and swayed as .f she might fall. He i
held her In his strong hands, peering
close Into her face with the bandage
across her mouth.
"It's a long carry, where we're going.
If you'll give me your word to come
along, walk fast and not hinder me,
I'll untie your hands."
She shook her head and made a
courageously spirited sound.
"Good! If that's how you feel 1
should have no qualms. It's my lib
erty 'I'm working for, now. Nothing
else counts !"
He stripped off his belt, backed '
Kate to a birch tree, secured one end
of tho strap about her wrists and tied j
the other to a branch at the height of j
her shoulders. By drawing down she '
could hold her hands at the level !
with the small of her back; when she I
did not resist the pull of tho branch
they were held high, In a position that
strained muscles nnd tendons and
forced her to bend far forward.
"I won't be gone so long," Franz
said, after he had swung the canoe to
his shoulders, "Maybe, by the time 1
get back, you'll be more reasonable."
Actually, he was not gone long, but
to the girl a whole epoch passed be
fore his return, unwelcome though It
was. She wept at times and breathed
Irregularly. She tried to stand* mo
tionless at Intervals and listen In the
faint hope that help might be coming.
But who could know what had hap
pened? Who could guess where she
was? Old Tim's body might have been
discovered long since but what would
that mean to McNally and that man
who had kissed her?
They had called him Young Jim.
but he was not her brother. Of that
she was certain. Certain, too. of other
things: his strength and resourceful
ness and couritge. Some unidentified
wonder-worker was on the Job at Good
I Byo and had been for over a month.
| Could he help her, now? Could he
come, and In time? . . . She began to
sob again. ...
I Frane reappeared without a Nvarnlng
sound.
"Still here, eh?" he whispered,
i "And alone? He didn't come, then,
did he?"? Jeering. "He didn't get
here In time I"
So the thing for which she had hoped
! gave this man concern! rt In turn
gave her courage.
Ho rearranged his pack and asked:
"Will you keep still If I remove the
gag?"
She shook her head.
"Fair enough I Will you walk?"
Again sho Indicated refusal
"Well, once I wanted to hold you In
my arms. Now . , . ni have to r
He unfastened .the belt which held
Kate prisoner, lifted her quickly and,
holding her close, took the trail with
his double burden. He went to tho
limit of his endurance and put her
down with an oath.
"You kitten!" he snarled. "Holding
you so . . . ntlrs memories and Im
pulses I"
He kissed her roughly on tho cheek
and sho struck out at him with an arm
which still ached and throbbed from
her experience at the landing.
He laughed, then, hoarsely,
"Don't like It, eh? Perhaps you'll
have to. . . . Well go on. Will you
walk, now?"
Sho would walk, yes. A new terror
was Injected Into her heart to mingle
with other fears by tho burden of pas
slon which his laugh revealed. She
nodded and turned, starting before
him.
"Good !" ho said. "It's better."
And now to delay him became an
objective. Kate halted In tho gloom
of tho trail and tried to make him un
derstand alio wn* tired, needed re
spite. He Jerked tho gag freo from
her lips, holding a hand ready to stifle
any outcry.
"I'm weak! I'm tired!" she plead
ed. "I'll walk an long an I can, but
I must rent."
- "Sit down hore. then." he nald grudg
Ingly, "I'll give you a minute. .
And I'll leave this off, if i havri*your
word that yoti won't screech."
"No I" she said Rtoutly and the
bandage again pressed her lips tightly!
As she sat on a boulder she worked
her feet constantly In t'.,e trail, softly
scuffing up the forest duff to attract
the eye of any who might come that
way later.
(TO nt CONTINUED.)
Here's to a Smart Summer Wardrobe
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
TURN to the east or turn to the
west or turn to the spot you love
best where to tnrry n while In the
good old summertime. Unless your
wnrdrohe be well stocked with timely
and practical as well as chic and pret
ty apparel your vacation Is apt to
count nil in the way of uplifting Joy
and satisfaction. N'est ce pas?
Not that one necessarily must have
an extravagant collection of lovely
frocks and sportsy dresses and stun
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flattering accessories, for a few care
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Reducing the formula for smart
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active sports wear, and thirdly, a sheer
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toward helping start one's summer
vacutlon style program In the right di
rection. The trio of stunning fashions
shown here have been selected with
this thought In mind.
Reglnnlng with the tailored ensem
ble centered In the group, we feel we
can recommend It as having all the
necessary attributes to render It elig
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for general daytime wear. With all
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In contrasting high shades Joined '
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by a meticulously tailored three-quar- |
ter coat which, when removed, reveals j
a Ray bodice top with mere sugges- !
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wear.
The Intriguing frock to the left In
the group has all the makings of a
winner whether It plays in a game of
fashion or tennis or golf. It Is a cos- i
tume warranted to start the day off \
Joyously, so don It first thing In the !
morning. Its practicability Is equaled ;
by Its smartness expressed not only i
In the vogulsh checked Irish linen i
which fashions It, but In such arrest
ing details as a row of big buttons !
traveling down the back of the skirt,
when you would expect them to bo
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only a style feature but It Is an Invi
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rays hither.
Comes nt the close of a "perfect
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following, the glamorous shades of
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A velvet girdle encircles the waist
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? by Western Newspaper Union.
SCOTCH PLAID NOW
SEEN AT BEACHES
Now thnt the Influence of practically
every other nation has been Been In
bench wear, along comes the Scotch
trend, which presents as the last word
In resort fashions a brief Scotch plaid
skirt to wear over your swim suit.
And If you're so minded you may
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Another beach costume goes defi
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Snndals, and more sandals for sum
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wins.
Cotton Tw??d
A cotton tweed coat Is something
to keep In mind for summer ward
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prisingly like woolens, have coarse
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against eolored grounds.
Fin* FmIWi
Feathers are an outstanding trim
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l\y < IIKKIK NK'IIOLiAH
Sailor themes In now? of high Im- |
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for youngsters and Juniors. Incl- ,
flout n I ly we might mention that It In '
also ultra clilc for grown-up's cos- |
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tile Interpretations. Hut to the nub J
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Here we see the descendant of the
sailor dresses which were the prlda
of the well dressed child In years
gon? by.
Cooli* Co*t?
CVjoIIo coats In pastel flannel are
very smart, for street wear with dark
dresses. The flnger-tlp length Is fa
vored and the sleeves nre long and
fan
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