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‘| with germs—ought to be burned. You

‘8 |bound with strips of blanket, and with

. eron’ 8. “I’m going.to ask Miss Quarri-

to:

Swan'll: raise’ “a: ‘devil:
ready;

[en n Marooned —

BY GEORGE MARSH

” Bittennt Ustened 4 as tt he thoughi
Guthri¢ ‘had gone “suddenly md. “But

you? Were. you go? he’ broke: in.
Guthrie, smiled. ‘T'm going, to take

our dogs to Albany,” ”
“To Albanee?”’
“Yes! It’s my duty to” repoet this t to
Cameron at once,”
“De ‘Cree can. ga, ”
“Na, you'll: need his help. TH pay
him well,” :

“Bot” Etienne sensed that something
jiny Jehind it ‘ail, “we tak’ dis:man to
{Elkwan an’ de police come—ilen wat?
|Htiemme also had guessed.
“AL Albany,” said Garth, “Ill teli
| Cameron that. you shot’ yourself ac-
| cidentally—bad. wound... And 2 am go-
Jing to bring Misa Quarrier up the coast
tomarrow- to nurse you. She knows
{all about: wounds—and I think—she’ll
come,” added Guthrie quietly ,
| “By gar,” and-the half-breed saved |8
jat his chief in adiniration.
“It's his only chance for life, Here
he would die. The place is infested

understand? You start as soon as you
can. I'm on my way now. Ill be in
Elkwan temorrow night—-if she'll come
with her medicine kit. And I think
she will—for she’ S20 soldier—God biess
her!”

After. forcing more soup down the
throat of the sick mian.he was given o
stiff drink of whisky, bundled in fur,

great difficulty carried to the sled.
Fortunately for Guthrie’s plan the de-
lirhmm “had not: taken a violent form,
for the enormous strength of Galbraith.
would have baffled: them. .
, With a grip of the hand Guthrie bid
{his staunch head-man good-by, and
whistling for Shot, started with his
tierd team for Albany. Alreary that
day the dogs had done sixty miles and
the forty miles before them over the
rough sea‘ice, wonld, if pushed, bring
them: into.-Albany, five sore-footed,
stiff-legged ertpples. So it was not un-
til. the sky grayed with dawn that
Guthrie dreve.up to the trade house at
Albany, and feeding his tired team, bh
;put them in an empty shock where
they might sleep through the morning,
undisturbed. by the hectoring of the
post dogs,

‘Later, walking in on the Camerons
at their breakfast, he told them of the
stalking of the schooner ‘of the dead.
“Well, that’s the Wildest tale I've |:
heard tn forty years on this coast;
ejuculnted the fretor, while his wife
and children sat ‘With - awed faces,
“Not a soul alive on the ship.”

“Not a. soul! alive,” repeated Garth.
“Flu, und probably the whisky they
arried didn't help ..any. The ‘boat
reeked with it.
have stayed drunk. to enge their mis-
ery- ”

“And the fur, two years: trade, aid
you gee it? |

“No, but Etienne said there was a lot
of It on board. . Then, someliow, in’ eas:
ing his rifle, he shot himself,”

“Shot himself?”

Yes, in the hip. That's why I'm
here.” Guthrie took the bit in hig
teeth us his grey eyes firmly met.Cam:

er to come to Dikwan with her medi-
cine kit. She inows wounds—I'm
afraid: of. blood poigoning.” " .

“But, whyer er didn’ t you put hin on
the. sled and bring, hini here? She can
tuke caro, of him. better. at, Albany, ani |
then". .
“Gnthrie shook ‘his - “hena. ; “He Te-
fused’ to’ come, ‘Cameron. He thinks
he's: going: to die, ‘and. eee ‘to be

‘ ~

i not. spare her either—he'll burst. with

Poor devils, they must |.

nized. He. had seen it before. in the
look. of -men,:: indomitable, desperate.
It startled him, made him wonder—
about the affair between Joan Quarr-
jer and the factor | ‘pt Elkwan, \
~“Of course we. dont want anything

to happen to Btlenne‘,, said Cameron
“but why you dont pring him here is

beyond me.”

““Py¥e already. told you why, Camer-
on.” The gray eyes of the speaker

were black. as ‘they. bored coldly. into
thoes of the kindly * Ssotchman. Ill at
ense, Mrs. Cameron went to the kitchen
to digest. he startling announcement.
“Yes I know they always want their
family’ around. when they’ er scared.
Well, if she'll: zo, it’s ‘her business.
It'll raise a rumpus, though, | and I hate
to have her—hburt,”:

Guthrie. wags on his feet, scowling
down at the other, ‘One minute! Let’s
go slow here! Your my. superior, and
I had hoped, my friend, but you're on
dangerous ground, Cameron. ‘What do
you mean by—hurt. wv

“Theré, there, now, my ind! Keep
cool,” expostulated the older man,
I'm your friend and I'm proud to be,
Now you've brought it up, I’ve. got to
talk from’ the shoulder. You don't
realize what that skunk Quarrier tattl-
ed about you—”

“Ob I know all about that—that
sick child who died at Hkwan—Joan
was there. Has’nt she told you?" .
“Why, of course! But, the rest, here
and at Moose—you know. them. Swan
has. made a row ‘becnuse she. was'nt
sent to the mission, to: die.”

“What of it?’ snapped Guthrie
- “He says you kept her there against
her will.”
“Nonsence! She .conlden’t walk o
hundred yards. without stopping. to
rest. She refused" to come down the;
coast to. the mission—just faded
away.”
“Mrs. Cameron and. L “ mnderstand,
Guthrie. Etienne and Joan told us
It’s this white-livered missionary who
has made the trouble and if Joan goes
with you to take care of Etienne, he'll

righteous horror—and it'll hurt Joan.”
“Will you call your. wife?” .asked
Guthrie, in 2 tone brittle like the shat-

tering ice, the muscles of his jaw
and temples working under the skin
“Why, yes! replied the factor,

“Mary | We want to speak to yon.”
“Mrs. Cameron,” said Garth quietly
‘your husband tells me that it will
serfously burt’ Joan Quar rier's reput-
ation in inissionary circles, if she goes
to take care of. Etienne’s wound.”
“I'm ‘afraid it will cause lot: of talk

here at, Moose,” regretfully agreed the
factors wite,“You know what. they

are,”

“No I dont know. what they are—
except this, I know: that: Mr. Swan
must have.a foul mind, Of course, . he
has no head—there’s no room ‘under
his hat for“one,”. oe :

“He'll. surley forbid. her to £0 with
you, Major Guthrie.”
“Suppose she goes “anyway?”

“I don't know what to sny. ”

‘Guthrie “gmiiled « + Well would it make
feel any better about it if I’ told you

that I loveed her and have already

' The face of the startled ond embar-

rased: ‘Mary Cameron. flushed with fie-

Hght. "Qh, ‘Major. : Guthrie! I'm 80

glnd—so glad’? ue ”

“AN take her up today i J I. was’ nt

sure. you were ‘serious, my. boy,. and we |
|think: a lot of her,” srufly. sxclaimed
the, faetor. ;

‘Her eyes misted with tenis the could.

with’ his. wife and children,” a

-“Oh, but ‘how' can’ ‘you ask ‘that girl
go. to: Hikwan?- She's’ netted : here.

of.a- row—has' al
dng he

‘over your: see:
In’ then r

not: control, the’ fastor's wife: ‘prasped
the hand of Guthrie ‘in both

she | cried. “bat. Iva thought omehow'
{that | s hi thinks ny :

Ki ing gquariey, at. the: mortified

CHAPTER XII
Garth found. Joan Quarrier at the
Mission school. Hatering the building
he: stood for a space in the doorway
and watched. her read | to. agroup . of
Cree orphans... oe
i As she locked up ‘aware, of his pres-
ence, he said, “It is not February,-~but
T have returned.”
“Something is the matter,” she said
apprehensively, “Something has happ-
ened at Elkwan?'
“Etinne has shot himself. id
“But you why are you here? - Why
did you come?”
“Por you.”
“For me—to go to Elkwan?”" Dazed
at the iden her hand sought her fore-
head, while the. chattering children
crowded curiosly around them,
“He wants. you there may be in-
fection—and you: know wounds—have
every, thing. in your kit, bandages,
stimulants, anticeptics.”

talk outside,” she said

So they went 'to the Gearing.
“I know well wha I’m asking,” he

said. I means a day on the sled—
discomfort, for you. But he is my
‘friend, and it may mean his Hfe—
your comming.” |

- Her troubled eyes turned to his."
want to go—the trip id nothing, It's
going, alone, with you—it means leav-
ing the mission. I suppose,” -

“Of course, Swan will male a fuss
To him it will look immoror your
gong—to save a man’s life,” he said
savagely, “but, for you—ao army nurse
with © life at stake,” he ‘pleaded, “is
there any choice?”

She smiled wistfully os : she gazed
over the frozen river.

“Tye got to go. It’s in my blaod—
to help them— the ‘wounded! |

His heart leaped at the words, “To
help the strong—to help me—is that

in your blood, too, Joan Quarrier?”,
he asked passionately,

She shivered and avoided his eyes
as a wave of color swept up to her

she parried, .
Again in control -
elated Guthrie smothered: his own. emo-
tion in the thought of , his ‘strieken
friend at Elkwan, for whom he had
lied ‘to the man he respected and the
girl he loved. And he wondered. what
she would say to him-when she learn-
ed of the deception. That she would
have come ns readily, had he told the
truth, he had no doubt, but the seeret
of Galbraith’s presence at Elkwan was
a trust, sacred, invoilate. He had told
Cameron that the crew of the Ghost
had died to a man. At Albany, Laugh-
ing McDonald wns a dead man, On
the way up the coast Joan Quarrier
should learn the truth.

“Oh, ye of little faith!’ Guthrie
sadly shook hia head, “What must I
do to convince you?" -

‘The girl made no answer.

Looking up, Garth saw; bundled in
fur cap and. coat much to large for. hin
a short figure blocking their path; ;
“You are not-golug on this mad jour-
ney?” the shrill voice of Swan demand«
ed “Do you hold: your ‘reputation so
cheaply?"

“You “have henra?" .
: "Yes! Mrs, Cameron told ine what
this man came for" ~”

““Youw're to late, Swan, she has prom-

ised to go,” said Garth quietly: Iguor-
ing Guthrie, the little man gravely

wi arned :

“You realize, * Misy Quatrler, if you

tried to asic her to marry me—will /E0, You cannot return to the mission?” ;
‘ask her every day she’s. at Hkwan?’’

“Yes! Mr. Swan Before I beeame
a mission tencher, nnd my nioral wwel-
fare the object -of ‘your solicitude, I

men; A man’s life is. ot. stake. It is
worth inore- than my reputation. m
. Fo Gorth she. sald abruptly : “Come
foi me ‘when: you ‘ure: rendy. T. go
arid :pack my kit”,

“Bravo, . Healer of. ‘Wounds! what
wag ‘apoken Hke a soldier, and. wall

4

“Let me put on my coat and: we'll

dark hair,. “The strong need no help,"

of himself, the |.

lly ed ‘for’ three” years with wounded |"
galloped - to ‘the.

Birl who ‘had, also,.bi ist ;
‘Shortly down the cli nll end: ‘ex.

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mfsslon- ium ne swan, ‘ ninety

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to the waiting factor, , .

“Good! You'll take good care of her
I know. I ‘wish you the hest.of luck
my boy. She's a. rare one—is Joan.”
“Swan told her she. could'nt return
to. the mission.”
“A-ah?” contempuously  grunted
the other, We'll send over and get her
belongings, She'll spend the rest of the

too valuable to the Swans for them

be over trying to weedle her into conl-
.|ming: back.”
“But I hope she won't”.

know how to, feed 4 husky pup, and
in charge of tweity children. Think
of it’ Joan turned to and taught 'en
something selentific, you know, Oh,
they'll be back after her.” .
Guthrie grinned broadly as he said:
*So will. 1"

“Well, I hope you get ber.”

up. on a bundle of blankets for a few

to take the ninety mInile run north to
hed died on the Ghost. —

At noon he drove his refreshed team
to the -mission where Joan, standihg
beside her duffle bages, waited in the
show. |

With tHe light jond of two passeng-

a hard surface with Tess: -fristion. ‘than

wotid be sport for fire powerful dows,
Driving, as he would, to bring sicill and
medicine to the suceore of - ‘the guest
at Hlkwan, Garth hoped to reach. the
post before dhiwn, but: much. depended
on the light. A thielk hight would slow
the dogs to a walk while crossing the
mouths of big rivers,’ where ‘tide

and the trail led throngh hummocks
and ridges, bad going by day—at hight
heartbreaking to driver. and dogs. '

. “You're not sorry—haven’t regretted
promising to come?’ he’ asked as he
wrapped her in robes and stowed: her
bages.

She shovk lier head, “Not in ‘the
least, Mr. .Exile.. I'm reconciled now
to the losa of the last shred of my rep-

house. They even prayed for me when
they realized threats were ‘furtile,’”’

“Prayed for you—you, bound on an
érrand of mercy? In the name of all,
the. saints, they'd let an ‘innocent man

_ die for’ want of proper care, - because

of my reputation? Imust be a monster
to them.” :
She laughed Yes. I can truthfully
say that after «what my ‘brother told
them, they think - you - are’ 4 terrible
person.”
“Do you?” he countered Teaming over
the sled 9S .
- “Well-—" ‘her’ ds
into his, “Not - “exactly terrible; rather
—what shall I- ‘Soy ?—stubborn.? aa
_ “Marche. Oastor: nae
- And: the huskle

v ith Shot ahead,
the Camerons © we

the river-ice raced: thé/tes
hope for Craig: Gatbrai

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of the winter with us. But she’s much -

Behind the slab connter Garth curled -

hours sleep, untill his dogs were fit

Elkwan and the sick man, who official

ers, the big runner sled—it’s wooden —
shoes shod with ice, which: slipps. over.

cracks opened and closed: over . night

utation, It wag' a. wild s¢ene—in the .

to stick to their high horse. They! o.

“We'll see to that. Why they: aid’nt

et.

. “She'll go, she'll go," he’ announced *

steel. ond can be renewed. at. will,” -

K ‘eyes: flashed wD