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THE STORY
Six bandits board the steamer,'
Midnight Sun, tied to the bank
of the Mackenzie, hold up Father
Claverly and other passengers,
kill Jimmy Montgomery, former-
ly of the Mounted, and get away
with gold dust and furs. Corp.
Bill Hardsoek reports the crime
to Sergt. Alan Baker at the
Mounted Police post at Fort En-
durance. Baker has a disphte
with his incompetent superior,
Inspector Haskell, over plans for
the capture of the bandits. Bak-
er starts out with five men. At
the MacMillan trading post, Joyce
MacMillan is alone, awaiting the
return of her father. She is
thrilled to see Baker. She had.
hoped to marry him, but had
been stunned by news of his en-
gagement to Elizabeth Spauld-
ing. From his talk she learns
that the marriage is not cer-
tain. Stolen furs are found in
MacMillan’s shed. Evidence in-
criminates Joyce’s father.
CHAPTER IV—Continued
Unwilling to detain him, Joyce of-
fered him her hand, wishing him suc-
cess today, hiding her fears for him
when he should come up with these
men. Alan bent nearer her, he bent
•down a little to‘Mss her, as more than
•once he had done in the years past.
It was an impulsive act; he was swept
Iby admiration of her bravery, of her
girlish prettiness. And it was a hum-
ble act of contrition, too, and self-re-
proach; for he had said to himself
that if he had kept up his visits here,
Instead of leaving Joyce all alone to
the battle, he might have halted Dave
MacMillan’s plunge Into crime.
She went with him down to the
wharf and stood watching the patrol
embark. At the first bend above, he
turned to look back. Vaguely through
the mist he saw Joyce still standing
on the wharf in the gray chill of earli-
est morning. He waved to her and
caught the tiny white of her kerchief
answering.
When the mist had hidden her from
him, he turned his eyes ahead. Some-
where on up the spruce-buried Alooska
were those six bandit strangers, rifle-
armed and desperate and certain to
give battle. Against them he was pit-
ting his life and the lives of his men
today.
Fifty miles above the MacMillan
trading store, Alan ordered Pedneault
to swerve In toward the north bank
and stop.
He believed those bandits could not
be very far ahead now. Across this
silent wilderness the roar of the
launch’s engine carried for five or six
miles. Warned of pursuit, those crim-
inals might lift their canoes back into
the timber and let the police go harm-
lessly past Likelier still, they might
lay an ambush where the river was nar-
row, and open on the launch with re-
peating rifles at a murderous point-
blank range. But if he located them
on up-stream, he could slip upon them
quietly in the paddle craft and lay a
deadly ambush himself.
Taking a pair of binoculars he
splashed ashore and hurried up a hill
to its summit. There he had a clear
view of a long river “straight” reach-
ing twenty miles up-stream.
He moved his glasses slowly up-
stream, praying for a glimpse of those
two outlaw canoes. Carefully focus-
ing, he scrutinized the river, the banks
on either side with their little curves
and hollows; and searched above the
trees for a wisp of camp smoke. Noth-
ing, nothing whatsoever, of two creep-
ing black dots. The bandits were
twenty miles ahead at least.
As he hurried back down to the
launch, he began to realize that those
two canoes had traveled- more swiftly
than he had thought possible. For the
first time in his police experience Alan
found himself ill at ease and uncer-
tain of what he was running into.
Though he could understand, on the
assumption of Dave MacMillan’s guilt,
how the bandits knew just the right
moves to make in this dimly known
country, still he was utterly unable
to explain how six absolute strangers
could get Into this country unseen.
Who they were, where they had come
from, how they had got in here un-
known to everybody—the whole thing
was uncanny. He hardly knew what
to expect of them next.
Splashing back upon the launch, he
told his men tersely: “They’re not in
sight yet, and I could see for twenty
miles. We’ve got to meet up with
them before they reach the Forks.
They’re making tracks. Ped, you’ve
light to drive by now. We’ll take our
chances.”
Twice more that morning, between
Pedneault’s reckless dashes, he hur-
ried ashore and futilely searched
ahead. Something had gone wrong.
The patrol should be within sight of
them. Estimating their speed and the
speed of the pursuing launch, he knew
the police craft should have over-
hauled them about eighty miles above
the MacMillan trading post. He had
come a hundred and twenty, and no
sight of them yet. They had either
dodged aside, or had done something
to give them a big edge over what he
thought possible.
It was afterward, when the waters
of the Alooska had given up their
ghastly secret, that Joyce MacMillan
listened to the accounts of several
Yellowknife men and gazed upon cer-
tain grim evidence, and pieced to-
gether the story of how those bandits
were able to keep in the lead. But
Alan knew nothing of that harrowing
story now; he knew only that some-
thing had upset all his calculations.
Fifteen miles from the Alooska
Forks he went ashore a last time and
climbed a squat tree. He had a clear
view to the Forks. The glasses picked
up a sight that set his heart pounding
madly against his ribs.
Far ahead, three short miles from
the Forks of the Alooska, a pair of
tiny black objects, like bugs crawling
along a silver ribbon. . . .
He jumped out of the tree, leaped
down the slope.
Splashing aboard, he flung all cau-
tion to the winds. . . . “Throw into
it, Pedneault! We’ve got to beat
them to the Forks. We’ll close in on
them in the launch. Got to! They’ll
hear us but they won’t stop, won’t
fight, if they can make It there. Open
her up! To h—1 with rocks and mud
bars now!”
His last words were drowned In the
engine roar as Pedneault opened out
the launch. With the wind stinging
his eyes and the spray lashing him,
Alan clutched the painter to keep
from being flung bodily overboard, and
gave Pedneault what help he could.
The craft careened around the last
bend, a scant mile from the great Y
of the Alooska. A clear open stretch
lay in front. Dashing the blinding
spray from his eyes, Alan rose pre-
cariously to his feet, looked ahead;
and his heart sank as the truth was
borne in upon him.
Those canoes had beaten him to the
Forks.
It was maddening, his defeat—
doubly maddening for its closeness to
a smashing triumph. He had come
within five minutes of overhauling
them in the launch, and then had
missed, had missed by a mile that
loomed gigantic as two hundred.
They had beaten him. They had
heard the thundering boat, had flung
their whole strength into the race;
and now were whipping on eastward
along one or other of the Alooska
branches.
The launch would have to be aban-
doned at the Forks. He knew the
police boat would be stranded or
wrecked within half a mile if it at-
tempted to go up either of those shal-
low streams. He would have to take
to paddle canoes and split his party.
Unbeaten, he planned swiftly. The
chances were ten to one that the ban-
dits had darted up the left branch
leading northeast into the Thal-Azzah.
He decided quickly: “I’ll follow that
left branch. I’ll take one canoe and
two men. Pll take Bill with me; he’s
a red-haired devil in a fight, he’s our
best shot, he’l be dependable in what-
ever comes. But the third man—Ped
or Larry?” Both splendid men, both
experienced veterans of many a patrol.
He made up his mind: “I’ll send
Ped up the right branch with Burgoon
and Whipple. Bill and Larry and I’ll
shoot up the left. We’ll be the ones
to do the business.”
0s the great Y of the Alooska
loomed up, he turned and gestured to
Hardsoek and Larry. Silently under-
standing, they crept back to the stern
deck, unlashed the canoes and had
them ready by the time that Ped-
neault, slowing down the launch,
steered it in between two little willow
islands at the Forks and stopped.
Alan ordered him: “Ped, take these
two men and whip up the south branch.
Larry and BUI and rn ewer me a
If you sight them, don’t pitch Into
pack. You’d be fighting six men sin-
gle-handed. If they did happen to g©
that way, you drop back here to the
Forks and wait for us. We’ll be able
to track them in that timber country.
Let’s pile out. They can’t be over a
mile and a half away.”
Bill snarled: “H—l’s blue blazes,
Alan!—let’s stick together. Us split-
ting this up like this, it’s the d—dest
fool trick I ever heard of!”
“Shut up!” Alan snapped. “Gen-
eral’s orders, not mine. Every d—d
thing you say or do will be tattled to
him.” He tossed the launch anchor
into the mud. “I said pile but. Let’s
be moving.” He stepped down into a
canoe, stood rifle between his knees,
caught up a paddle.
Cursing beneath their breath, Bill
and Larry clambered in with him. •
The two canoes separated.
*******
Alan’s estimate that his quarry could
not be more than a mile and a half in
the lead, was true enough; but a
stern chase Is a long chase, and if
those bandits were aching from ex-
haustion, they had the fear of death
in their hearts to goad them on.
A whole hour, an hour of terrible
labor, went by, and still no sight or
sound of the bandits. With the re-
sponsibility of this patrol on him, with
human lives, the lives of comrades, at
stake, a fear gripped Alan that those
bandits had taken the south branch of
the Alooska. If they had, Frank Ped-
neault and those two raw recruits
might run into an ambush; or Ped
might attack them, reckless fellow
that he was, practically lone-handed,
and get Mlled.
The chase was entering the Thal-
Azzah Itself, that watery wilderness
of lakes and labyrinthine channels and
muskeg thousands of square miles in
extent. Not far ahead the branch
split into a dozen channels leading in
every direction. Pursuit would end
there. A few miles more, and those
canoes would be swallowed up in the
watery oblivion of the Thal-Azzah.
But then, as he skirled around a
headland, his prophecy yesterday to
Haskell, and his conviction, founded
on long man-hunting experience, that
those bandits would surely follow this
left branch, were suddenly proved true
to the letter. On ahead, a scant thou-
sand yards, he caught one fleeting
glimpse of two heavily laden canoes
that carried six men.
Dipping faster, deeper, he and Bill
and Larry paddled at a furious pace
to come up within rifle range. The
river was so winding that they could
see only a few hundred yards in front.
There was danger, a terrible danger,
of running headlong into a blind am-
bush where all three of them would
be killed outright and their canoe*
sunk before they even could start to
shoot back. Every stroke, every
curve, every clump of flags they
skimmed close past, was a deadly
peril. They knew It, but they dared
not slow up. They were taking their
chances.
As they skirled out upon a shallow
little lake fringed about with tall flags,
Larry suddenly heaved back on his
paddle.
“Lift out! Look! Alan, look over
there!”
Alan looked where he pointed, at
the notth shore, at the wall of dense
reeds. A path had been broken
through the flags there; the reeds
were parted, some of them trampled,
their tops bent to either side. . . .
It told the story to him. Hard-
pressed, those men had whipped
ashore to shake off pursuit; had lifted
canoes to shoulder, and were trying
to cut north and hit another channel.
Oblivious to ambush danger, they
skimmed over to the telltale break In
the flags and drove out upon the mud.
Alan and Bill slung the canoe upon
their shoulders; and with Larry In
the lead, following the signs, they
started at a lope back through th«
flags.
Within a few hundred yards they
came to a little creek, a sluggish
muskrat highway thalf led north. The
bandits had taken to it. Too shallow
for a canoe, they had had to wade.
So recently had they passed, the wa-
ter was still roiled from their boots.
The little creek took Alan’s party a
thousand yards north to a lake, a
deep blue lake covering several acres;
and there, within the Thal-Azzah
itself, late in the afternoon, the long
relentless chase came to Its end.
Larry, a dozen steps In the lead,
glimpsed the silvery sheen of water
ahead; and stopping dead-short, mo-
tioned Bill and Larry to be cautious.
They bellied forward toward the lake
edge where the flags were thin and
they had clear view.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Sea Lions Furnish
i Thriving Industry
Catching Animals for Cir-
cuses Is Profitable.
West African Colony of Liberia Flourishing
The free negro republic of Liberia
was established in West Africa long
before slavery was abolished in this
country. The American Colonization
society was formed in December, 1816,
for the purpose of colonizing part of
Africa with freed negroes. The first
company of colonists, consisting of 88
persons, sailed in 1820, but on arriv-
ing in Sierra Leone many of them
succumbed to malaria. Colonization
under the auspices of the American
Colonization society continued until
1847, when the society withdrew its
active assistance and urged the set-
tlers to set up an Independent form
of government. A constitution pat-
terned after that of the United States
was adopted in July, 1847. At that
time the number of immigrants from
America and their descendants was
about 3,000. At the present time there
are about 20,000 Amerlcan-Liberians,
of whom about half live In the city of
Monrovia, the capital and chief port.
The native population numbers about
1,500,000. The United States has giv-
en the republic financial aid, talcea
charge of the custom houses, trained
its military forces and aided In other
ways.
Fighting Sea’s Ravages
Authorities along the Italian Riviera
are contemplating a system of tree
planting which they hope will be ef-
fective in limiting the encroachment
of the sea,- The water has cut In 1,500
feet in the last 15 years.
Santa, Barbara, Calif.—California’s
fclft to the circus Is the sea lion, that
Bleek brown-black animal, half fish,
half mammal, which is the most adroit
Juggler in the world.
Capturing sea lions for training pur-
poses is one of the state’s little known
industries. Indeed, only a California
Beal Is amenable to training, and the
California seal’s habitat is practically
restricted to the Santa Barbara Chan-
Pel Islands, 25 miles off this city.
Here several hundred young seals
are captured yearly, to be sent to
boos throughout the world, and to the
famed Hagenbeck’s circus, in Ham-
burg, Germany.
A young bull seal, weighing from
100 to 200 pounds, will bring any-
where from $250 to $500, so it can be
Been the work is profitable.
Capture Simple.
Capture of the animals is a com-
paratively simple operation. Capt.
Georgfe McGuire, short, grizzled, good
patured and wearing a drooping gray
mustache, explained the operations at
his home here.
“We get our best seals from Santa
Cruz island,” Captain McGuire ex-
plained. “At low tide the seals clam-
ber into little caves. Four men stand
at the entrance with nets made of
Btrong hemp rope. A fifth enters and
beats the water with a stick. Out
come the seals, heading for open
water.
“The larger bulls and cows we
don’t touch—let them go by the sienes.
The smaller we place in wooden
crates, where they docilely accept
proferred fish.
“Indeed, within a few minutes of
Aviatrix Walks Wing
to Extinguish Blaze
Pueblo, Colo.—When Jesse Martin,
Pueblo aviatrix, and her co-partner,
Jimmy Woods, landed a scorched wing
of their plane brought numerous qeus-
tions from flying field attendants. Re-
luctantly Jessie confessed that while
they were in midair a wad of oil sat-
urated waste near the cylinders blazed
up and flames crept toward the gaso-
line tank. Jessie, an expert wing
walker, crawled out of the cockpit
helmet In hand and beat the flames
Until they were out, while Jimmy con-
tinued pushing the plane on toward
their destination.
CHAMPION HARRIER
their capture and feeding, they will
permit their heads and backs to be
scratched, and then enjoy it as much
as dogs.
Kept in Crates.
“Usually we keep them in their
crates for a week after their cap-
ture. If they eat regularly, they are
sent to the buyers. If they don’t ac-
cept capture readily, they are placed
back in the ocean.”
Young seal pups never are taken,
Captain McGuire said. They not only
require their mothers’ milk for the
first six months, but have yet to learn
to eat fish and to swim.
Captain McGuire sends several score
seals a year to Hagenbeck’s circus.
The most noted animal trainers in
the world are employed there, and
after a period of several months’
training, they are again sold to cir-
cuses and zoos throughout the world.
Few seals are ever accidentally
killed or die in training, he added.
The California law strictly prohibits
the killing of seals, although fisher-
men often are accused of shooting
them because they find their nets torn,
by the animals.
Pennsylvania Insists
on Eggs Being Freshi
Harrisburg, Pa.—“Fresh eggs” must
be fresh, not cold storage, in Pennsyl-
vania.
State agents have prosecuted doz-
ens of Pennsylvania storekeepers for
selling cold storage eggs under plac-
ards stating they were “fresh,” it has
been announced.
A $10 fine is the minimum for the
first offense. Storekeepers caught fool-
ing the public about the freshness ol
their eggs are fined and warned of
heavier penalties for repetition of tlia
offense.
Olympic Stamps for the French
Funds with which to entertain French athletes and officials who are to
attend the Olympic games in Los Angeles will be raised partly by the sale of
Franco-American Olympic stamps. The first issue of the stamps—two million
of them—came off the presses in Los Angeles and will be sold through the
French Chamber of Commerce throughout the world. John Grandjean, Los
Angeles artist, is shown above with his design for the stamps.
Daniel E. Dean, University of Penn-
sylvania harrier, who not only won the
twenty-third annual intercollegiate A.
A. A. A. cross country championship,
but also hung up a new record of 29
minutes 23 3-5 seconds for the six
miles.
Lighthouse in South
Carolina Leaning Tower
Washington.—The United States has
a rival for the Tower of Pisa. This
encroachment on the famous Italian
tower has been going on for 60 years,
and South Carolinians have hardly
mentioned the fact.
The leaning tower in South Caro-
lina is the Cape Romain lighthouse,
built in 1S28.
It was rebuilt in 1853 and again in
1857. During the Civil war the lens
and lanterns were destroyed and it
was not until 1S66 that the lighthouse
was again in operation.
All went well until 1869, when
slight cracks were discovered in the
tower and within a year it was ob-
served that the tower had begun to
lean.
This leaning necessitates frequent
leveling of the lens and lighting ap-
paratus. The lean is sufficient to be
plainly noticeable to mariners passing
up and down the coast.
Adding new light to the old light-
house has just been accomplished by
the Department of Commerce install-
ing a more powerful light.
Biblical Trade Ideas
Wreck Turks’ Market
Istanbul, Turkey.—A widespread re-
turn to Biblical times, when goods
were bartered and exchanged instead
of being paid for in coin, has had a
disastrous effect on Turkey’s markets.
It happened this way. After sev-
eral years of agricultural slump, the
peasants are loth to spend their cash.
Traders have tried to sell them goods,
which, in ordinary times, they would
be only too anxious to buy.
Now, however, the peasants refuse
to part with their cash, and the only
Sunstroke Easy to Acquire
In the equatorial regions you maj
get a sunstroke from 18 seconds’ ex-
posure. You can also get one undei
canvas oi^ below an iron roof. Tlu
last is a slower process.
Snap Hoodoo Spell
With Ship’s Radio
Wireless Plea Brings Aid to
Ailing Seamen.
New Orleans.—The story of how a
Wise old sea captain used the ship’s
radio to break the “spell of a hoodoo”
after four deaths had marked*a voyage
from South America, was told by the
crew of the steamship West Segovia,
which docked here recently.
The captain, Charles E. Edgely, was
nothing short of a hero, the seamen
declared.
The trouble started, it seemed, when
the ship took on a load of cattle bones
at Buenos Aires, late in September. A
longshoreman was knocked into the
forward hold and killed.
A short time after the night watch-
man fell dead on the forward deck.
Doctors at Buenos Aires declared it
'was heart disease, but the crew was
certain there was a jinx.
At Port of Spain, Trinidad, two West
Indies negroes in a bumboat sneaked
under the rear of the ship and tried
to sell souvenirs to the crew. Just
then the skipper, not knowing they
were there, gave the signal to get un-
der way. The negroes and their boat
were chopped up by the propeller
blades. The third mate put out in a
boat to look for the negroes, but only
bits of the boat were found.
The superstitious seamen were
stricken with terror. Then Ramon
Sanderson, twenty-six, an engine wip-
er, was taken ill. The seamen wor-
ried. There was no doctor on board,
so the old captain undertook to “break
the hoodoo.”
He ordered the wireless operator to*
get busy and dig up a ship with a sur-
geon. The operator contacted the
Munamore of the Munson line, bound
for New York and too far away to
help the sick man. Then the captain
had the radio operator describe San-
derson’s symptoms to the Munamore’s
surgeon. Following the doctor’s in-
way they will do business is to pay
for the goods with sheep, goats, or
cattle and poultry.
The traders have been forced to ac-
cept these terms, but when they return
to the cities, having driven their “pur-
chase prices” for long distances, th«
animals are in such an emaciated con-
dition that they only bring low prices.
Colorado Brothers
Have Alphabet Name
Pueblo, Colo. — Folks, meet
Lleieusszuieusszesszes Willihimi-
nizzissteizzii Hurrizzissteizzii and
his brother Jisseippii Normandiz-
ziezzii.
And give the boys a big hand.
They deserve it for being able
to remember their own names.
The Hurri-and-so-ons are Pueb-
lo residents, emigrants from
Siam.
Lleieussuieusszesszes, in addi-
tion to being proud possessor of
such a name, is an accomplished
linguist, speaking eleven lan-
guages.
To his friends he is known as
Leo Hurst.
Reports on Investments
in Palestine for 1930
The fourth annual report of the Pal-
estine Economic corporation, covering
the activities for the year 1930, indi-
cates a total of $2,751,591 In invest-
ments which have been utilized “to
stress the sound and social economic
development of the country rather
than the securing of maximum re-
turns.” The P. E. C. has granted cred-
it to the agricultural, industrial and
housing loan-institutions of Palestine
and participated as shareholder in va«
rious important economic projects.—
Opinion.
Report Card Poor,
Boy Kills Himself
Modesto, Calif.—A poor report card
was believed to have caused a fifteen-
year-old school boy to end his life here.
Earl A. Woodbridge, sophomore of
the Modesto high school, returned to
his home at Wood Colony. He hand-
ed his report card to W. E. Wood-
bridge, his father, and appeared de-
jected over his poor rating.
Two hours later the boy’s parents
found him lying on the floor of his
bedroom. He had swallowed a deadly
poison mixed in a glass of water.
A physician was summoned to ad-
minster an antidote, but the boy died
before he could be transferred to a
hospital.
structions, Captain Edgely took San
derton’s temperature and watched the
symptoms. The Munamore physician de-
scribed the case as appendicitis, and
Captain Edgely ordered the ship pi;<
back to Trinidad, where the youth was
removed and placed in a hospital.
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