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j. Allan Dunn —-—'
CHAPTER V
Synopsis: Will McLeod and
his sister, Marion, had fled
their uncle’s trading post at
Bison Crossing when Bill had
been unjustly accused of mur
der. Dick Byrne, Bill’s friend,
was sent by Alexander Mac-
Leod, to White Rock to deliver
a message to Nipegosis, who
still practiced witchcraft. Ma
rion and Bill ■were hiding in
a cottage near Nipegosis. Be
fore Dick reached White Rock
he was shot by a half-breed
Kinoceti, who wanted to get
the award for Bill’s capture.
Marion made a daily visit to
Nipegosis, taking him broth
and other food.
Marion had a certain womanly
pity toward the wizard and, per
haps because of a Highland in
heritance, of ancestors who firm
ly believed in second-sight, she
had a strong belief, blended with
reverence, in his wisdom. She
sometimes saw his eyes regard
ing her with a kindly specula
tion. Nipegosis might know what
Will wanted—what she also
wanted, for Will’s sake first and
then for her own, so that they
might both leave this exile—bufc
she fancied, and hoped, that the
wizard sensed that she would
have performed these little of
fices for him without any selfish
purpose.
The primitive lamps cast weird
and uncertain shadows about the
big room. Nipegosis sat huddled
in his blankets.
“Come in, Tagami,’’ he said as
she entered. That was his name
for her. Tagami, the Birch, most
graceful of trees in the North. I,t
Was a’ compliment. He had not
moved. He would be expecting
her at that hour, the first of
twilight and darkness, the open
ing of the door had brought in
cold air, made the wicks flicker;
but to Marion there was always
something uncanny about the
utterances of Nipegosis. His voice
sounded like that of an ancient
oracle, tired of Delphic utter
ances, speaking deeply but wear
ily out of a cavern.
She closed the door and sat
down on a stump covered with
bison hide, stripped of hair and
softly tanned. She took the cover
off the broth and offered it to
him together with the spoon of
carved horn he had given her,
telling her it was a magic spoon
—one that made good medicine.
The smell of the strong broth
gratified him. It was good and
proper for Red Deer to bring him
the meat. Not proper for him to
tell Red Deer that meat, raw or
cooked, was too strong for his
few teeth and his belly these
days. A wizard must always be
wrapped in mystery. They would
find him some day, in this lodge
he had taken over, dead, with
dignity. He supped the contents
of the basin slowly.
“Your brother hunts,” he
stated. “He will soon return. He
brings meat.”
Marion accepted his asser
tions. Facts would prove them.
And she began to have an eerie
feeling that she always got in
the Conjuror’s presence. It was
heightened tonight. She felt the
soft, short silken hairs at the
back of her neck stiffen and
bristle. It leemed as if some
thing marked a clammy track
down her spine.
She held the sense of danger
and yet she felt she was pro
tected, that Nipegosis was in a
kindly mood toward her. Perhaps
this last gift of broth might
make him speak, tell her what
she most wanted to know. She
believed in her brother’s tale of
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his innocence in the killing of
Jacques Reginer, though she
would have followed him any
way. And she knew, as he did,
that the evidence was practical
ly overwhelming.
Nipegosis finished his broth;
the girl put another chunk in
the stove. The shadows blinked
about the queer objects and in
vested them with greater signi
ficance.
The Conjuror sat motionless;
j he hau seemed to collapse into a
I shapeless, boneless heap beneath
' his blanket. In the wavering light
’ his turtle head seemed some
thing carved, rather than ani
mate. His eyes were closed be
! tween the horny lids.
Suddenly, in some nook where
the light did not reach, some
where in dense shadow, an In
dian drum began to beat, a cere
monial tom-tom. It was hard to
! locate the sound and Marion did
not try. Her mouth got dry and |
again she felt the ghostly trail
on her spine. Her skin goose
fleshed. She was sure they were
alone in the place, but who was
beating that drum, in a iow,
monotonous rythm that entered
into her blood, controlled the
throb of heart and pulse? It
sounded as if skeleton fingers
were tapping on the parchment.
Tom-tom-tom! Tom-tom-tom!
' Tom-tom-tom! Tom-tom-tom!
A thin voice was whispering up
i near the roof. Nipegosis sat sud
! died, without movement, en
tranced. Marion listened to the
thin voice with the flesh creep
ing on her bones. The drum may
be some trick, the voice ventri
loquism. not the voice of the
spirit medium of Nipegosis, but
j it was terrifyingly convincing.
I "Love comes on the trail,”
whispered the tiny voice. “Death
is there. Danger comes behind.
Death is close to Love and Love
travels with Danger. Beyond Elk
Ravine by the barrens, on the
l edge of the forest Death threat-
I ens Love and Danger follows
fast.”
The whisper faded to a word
less chirp. Something seemed
fluttering overhead, small but
nimble, like a bat. That ceased.
; The drum tapped on.
Then silence while the fire
I shifted inside the drum stove
i and the lamplight juggled with
the shadows. The weird ({faces
on the totem pole seemed alive,
I peering at her, grinning. She felt
the presences that were invisible.
“Love on the trail. Death—and
Danger, following fast!”
What did the cryptic words
mean? Nipegosis would profess
he had not heard them, did not
I utter them. Perhaps he had not.
1 The Conjuror stirred, came
; back to life.
"The pan of iron, child,” he
said querulously, but his own
voice “Bring it swiftly. Heat it
on the stove. Then bring me the
bowl of herbs, there by the bison
skull.”
She obeyed, placing the heavy
skillet on top of the hot stove
that was fairly humming with
heat, showing a dull cherry OSI
its sides. The heat in the room
was, or seemed to be, tremen
dous. Perspiration dripped from
her forehead, but Nipegosis shiv
ered.
At his bidding she set down the
hot skillet on the floor upon two
billets of wood. The Conjuror
bent over, stiffly, until she fan
cied he must creak, picking out
twigs and dried leaves from the
bowl of highly polished wood,
tossing them on the metal where
they curled and gave out pun
gent odors, intertwining coils of
smoke. The room seemed to swim
before her eyes. She seemed cur-
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iously light, without body. The
i walls of the log house faded and
| she fancied she floated through
' them, high in air, beneath bright
I stars, going fast. She heard the
deep drone of the Conjuror’s
I voice, and could not understand
what he said. He seemed to guide
her.
There was a river, its current
turned to ice, black under the
stars, reflecting them. A black
strip of forest over which she
floated. Then a waste, blue-white !
stretching far south.
A star on the ground, on the j
edge of the forest, red, fitful. It
was not a star, but a dying fire.
She seemed impelled toward ■
it, moving without volition, with- |
out any sense of corporeal be- |
ing, hovering. Only her mind,
like a bird, like a spirit, descend
ing. |
there was a man by the fire, |
muffled up, crouching, shivering,
i He set a stick carefully on the
I fire. There were three other j
sticks on the snow beside him. i
She tried to see his face but
could not. She felt that a mes
sage trembled between them,
trying to adjust itself to the
right vibrations, to conquer some
ghostly static; to tune in.
She felt a tremendous sympa
thy for this shivering unknown.
She felt she knew him, that his |
1 presence there was important,
vital to her happiness. She knew
that he was hurt, helpless, that
Death was close by. Her sight
blurred, the scene wavered, dis
torted, slowly disappeared.
Then she was back in the Con
juror’s house, on the hide-cov
ered stump, her eyes streaming
with tears, the room in a mist of
stinging vapor. Her memory of
what she had seen, or imagined,
was indelibly etched into her
brain. She did not try to reason
out the phenomenon or what
ever the experience might be
termed. The conviction that it
was true burnec inside of her.
It might be magic or some nat
ural telepathy transmitted under
stress.
Nipegosis sat there, a feeble
old man, in front oi the stove
between the two lamps, his eyes
blinking at the stove, shining
like crimson spangles between
their slitted lids. He seemed ex
hausted, as if power had gone
out of him. She left him there.
Will was home, as Nipegosis
had predicted, flinging meat to
the dogs, when she broke in on
! him-
He listened to her seriously.
He had her share of Scotch be
j liefs. He knew Indians. He knew
Nipegosis.
“All right, Sis!” he told her.
“Nipegosis told you something,
or showed you something. He
doesn’t talk through his war
bonnet. He knows. I don’t know
where he gets his stuff or how
he puts it over, but I’ll stake
anything that somebody is out
there, on the edge of timber be
yond Elk River. That’s 10 miles.
He’ll freeze to death inside of
two hours. We’ll take a chance
on it.”
"It’s nq chance, Will. He’s
there. It’s somebody I know. I’m
sure. Trying to tell me some
thing.”
"Sure, kid,” said her brother.
He saw she was not far from be
ing hysterical and she was not
that sort of a girl. He brought
her out of it something to do.
“Help me harness the team,”
he commanded.
Seven dogs, three couples and
a leader. A girl on the long nar
row sled with the blankets. Seven
dogs, full of meat, digging in
: their paws, making 10 miles an
i hour and better, tugging in their
! harness. A man behind the sled,
j running, clinging to the gee
i pole, guiding it, urging on the
; team. The breaths of all of them
! like puffs of steam, pursuing a
fantasy perhaps.
They crossed the frozen river
and raced through the trees. It
was Marion who first glimpsed
the dim glow of the fire, down
to embers. The man was in a
heap in a little hollow, one arm
flung out. He was unconscious,
stiffening.
The dogs lay down on com
mand, panting after their run,
but fresh, their tongues lolling,
ears up as the brother and sister
i ran toward the fallen man.
"Easy, Sis, he’s hurt,” said
Will. “Frozen blood all over his
leg and the blanket. Hit in the
head, too. We’ve got to lift him
on the sled and get him back in
double time. Heart’s still going.”
"Will,” <>ried the girl with a
sob. “It’s Byrne. It’s Dick Byrne.”
(To Be Continued)
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UNFAIR NOW
Little Boy—Come quick, Mr.
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fighting my father for half an
hour.
Officer—Why didn’t you tell
me before?
Boy—Because father was get
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One day he turned his atten
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women of pipe-smoking.
Old Jean left the meeting,
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"I can’t do with preachers
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start meddling,” she said.
ALL DEAF
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“Sir,”.he exclaimed, “this man
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"That’s a lie,” he cried indig
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