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A father’s lack of confidence in
his son’s ability caused Barry Hous
ton to inherit a lumber mill on con
dition that he maintain a high out
put. A series of mysterious acci
dents are preventing this and when
young Houston arrives in the Colo
rado timber lands he finds that his
superintendent, Fred Thayer, has
been symtematieally wrecking his
plant. In making the discoveries,
Houston has been assisted by Ba‘-
tiste Renaud, an eccentric French-
Canadian, who quite the practice
of medicine and retired to a cabin
to forget the double tragedy of his
son's death in France and the mur
der of his wife. He nurses Houston
back to health when the latter',
automobile plunges over a cliff.
Houston, to deceive Thayer, feigns
complete loss of memory. In Ba
tiste’s rabin, Houston meets Aft‘-
daine Robinette, a girl who owns
the adjoining timber lands. Sud
denly, Thoyar arrives from the rail
road station with Agnes Jierdon, a
girl who has a mysterious hold on
Houston.
GO ON WITH THE STORY.
CHAPTER VI.
The woman in the buggy was
holding forth her hands to him and
he assisted her to the ground.
“Well,” she asked, in a sudden
fawning manner, “aren’t you going
to kiss me?”
“Os course.” He took her in his
arms. “I—l was so surprised,
Agnes. I never thought of you
“Naturally you didn’t.” It was
Thayer again. “That’s why I sent
for her. Thought you’d get your
memory back again—”
“I’ve had my memory for long
enough—” Houston had turned upon
him coldly—“to know that from now
on I’ll run this place. You’re
through!”
Three hours later, the last of the
men paid off, Barry Houston ap
proached the door of Ba’tiste’s cabin.
Barry raised his hand to knock—and
halted. His name had been mentioned
angrily; then again—
“l don’t know what it is, Ba'tiste
Fred wouldn’t tell me, except that it
was something too horrible for me to
know. I can't be pleasant to him
when I feel this way.”
She ceased. Houston had knocked
on the door. A second later, he en
tered the cabin, to return Medaine
Robinette’s cool but polite greeting.
“I’m afraid I’ve stayed longer than
1 intended,” she apologized. “It’s
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late. Good night.”
Then she was gone. Houston
looked at Ba tiste, but the old French-
Canadian merely waved a big hand.
“Woman,” he said airily, “peuff!
Eet is nothing. Eet will pas. No,
what mus’ Ba’teese do?”
“At the mill? I wish you’d guard
it for me. I’m going to Denver on
the morning train to hire a new crew.
“Ah, oui. It shall be.”
The next evening brought Barry to
Denver, and the three days which
followed carried with them the
sweaty smell of the employment
offices and the gathering of a new
crew. Then, tired, anxious with an
eagerness that he never before had
known, he turned back to the hills.
With his rough-faced men about
him, Houston reached Tabernacle,
and started the journey to the mill.
Into the canon and to the last rise.
Then a figure showed before him, a
gigantic form, running and tumbling
through the underbrush at one side
of the road, a dog bounding beside
him. It was Ba’tiste, excited, red
faced, his arms waving like wind
mills, his voice booming even from
a distance:
“M’sieu Houston! M’sieu Houston!
Ba’teese have fail! Bateese no good!
He watch for you—he is glad you
come! Ba’teese ashame’! Ashame’l”
They had reached the top of the
rise. Below them lay something
which caused Barry Houston to leap
to his feet unmindful of the jolting
wagon, to stand weaving with white
gripped hands, to stare with suddenly
deadened eyes—
Upon a blackened, smoldering mass
of charred timbers and twisted ma
chinery. The remainder of all that
once had been his mill!
CHAPTER VII
“Eet was my fault-!” The French-
Canadian still stared at the ruins.
“Eet is all Ba’teese’ fault—”
“I thought you were my friend,
Ba’tiste.”
“Sacre! I am.”
“Then show it! I’ve got about
fifteen thousand in the bank. There’s
enough lumber around here to build
a new saw-shed, and money to buy a
few saws. And I need help—l won’t
be able to move without you. But—”
“Oui?"
“But,” ail Barry smiled at him,
“if you ever mention any responsi
bility for this thing again you’re
fired. Do we understand each other?”
The next morning Barry went to
Denver, and in a week returned to
Tabernacle, thence across country to
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He found no Ba’tiste but there was
something else which held Houston s
interest for a moment and which
stopped him, staring wonderingly
into the distance. A new skidway
had made its appearance on the side
of the jutting mountain nearest the
dam. Logs were tumbling downward
in slow, but steady succession, to
disappear, then to show themselves,
bobbing jerkingly outward toward the
center of the lake. A thunderous
voice was booming belligerently from
the distance:
“You lie—un’stan’? Ba’teeSe say
you lie—if you no like eet, jus’—•
what-you-say—climb up me! Un’-
stan’? Climb up me!”
Houston broke into a run, racing
along the flume with constantly in
creasing speed as he heard outburst
after outburst from the giant trap
per, interjected by the lesser sounds
of argumentative voices in reply.
Faintly he heard a woman’s voice,
then Ba’tiste’s in sudden command:
“Go on—you no belong here.
Ba’teese, he handle this. Go ’long!”
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Facing him were five men with
shovels and hammers, workmen of
the Blackburn camp.
Houston, at last made the turn pf
the road as it followed the flume, and
saw the road back of the Canadian,
squared as he was, half across the
road. Facing him were five men
with shovels and hammers, workmen
of the Blackburn camp. Houston
looked more closely, then gasped. It
was another flume; they were mak
ing a connection with his own,
“What’s this mean?” he demanded
angrily.
The foreman looked up caustical
ly-
“I’ve told you-about ten times,”
he answered, addressing himself to
Ba’tiste. “Wtj’re building a connec
tion on our flume.”
“Our flume?” Houston gasped the
words. “I own this flume and this
lake and this flume site—”
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you don’t use it. That’s our privi
lege from now on, in cold black and
white. As far as the law is con
cerned, this is our flume, and our
water, and our lake, and our woods
back there. And we’re going to use
all of ’em, as much as we please -
and it’s your business to stay out of
our way!”
CHAPTER VIII
The statement took Houston off
his feet for a moment; but recovery
came just as quickly, a recoil with
the led splotches of anger blazing
before his eyes, the surge of hot
blood sweeping through his veins, the
heat of conflict in his brain. His
good hand clenched. A leap and he
had struck the foreman on the point
of the chin, sending him reeling back
ward, while the other men rushed to
his assistance.
“That’s my answer to you!”
shouted Houston.
‘Run tell Thayer!” shouted the
foreman, and then with recovering
strength, he turned for a cant hook.
But Ba’tiste seized it first.
“Here comes somebody!” Ba’tiste’s
grip tightened about the cant hook
and he rose, squaring himself. Hous
ton seized the club and stood waiting
a few feet in the rear, in readiness
for anyone who might evade the bul
wark of blows which Ba’tiste evident
ly intended to set up.
A moment more, and Ba’tiste, with
a sudden exclamation, allowed his
cant hook to drop to the ground.
“Eet is Thayer and Wade, the
sheriff from Montview, and his
deputy. Peuff! Have he fool heem
too?”
The sheriff pulled two legal docu
mfents from his pocket, and unfold
ing them, had shown Houston the bot
tom of each. Barry’s eyes opened
wide.
“That’s that’s my signature,”
came at last:
“This one’s the same, isn’t it?”
The second paper was shoved for
ward.
“Yes?
“Then I don’t see what you’re
kicking, about. Do you know anyone
named Jenkins, who is a notary pub
lic?”
“Yes.”
“Then look ’em over. If that isn’t
a lease to the lake and flume and
flume site, and if the second one isn’t,
a contract for stumpage at a dollar
and a half a thousand feet—well,
then, I can’t read.”
"But I’m telling you that I didn’t
give it to them.” Houston had
reached for the papers with a trem
bling hand. “I don’t remember—”
“Didn’t I tell you?” Thayer had
turned to the sheriff. “There he goes
pulling that loss of memory stunt
again. That’s one of his best little
bets,” he added sneering, “to lose his
memory.”
“I’ve never lost it yet.”
“No—then you can forget things
awfully easy. Such as coming out
here and pretending not to know who
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“That’s a —”
“See, sheriff? His memory’s bad.”
All the malice and hate of pent-up
enmity was in Fred Thayer’s voice
now. One gnarled hand went for
ward in accusation. “He can’t even
remember ho\v he killed his own cou
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about the time when he slipped that
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that this fellow had stolen the night
before at a prize fight! He won’t—”
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