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WHITE ROCK TRAIL
CAPTER X
Synopsis: Will MacLeod un
justly accused of murder fled
to White Rock with his sister.
Tneir uncle had Dick Byrne
rit liver a message to Nipegos
by F noceti. Found by Bill and
Marion he was taken to their
cottage. Just before the arrival
of the Mounty, Bill left to hide
in the cave. Kinoceti and his
friends saw Bill head for the
cave, leaving a guard they set
out for White Rock. Kinoceti
entered Marion’s cottage and
started to attack her, when the .
Mounty rushed out from the
other room, brat and threw |
Kinoceti out.
"Nipegosis.” he said, evidently
piecing things together in his
mind. "He might know. There’s
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not much goes on among the In
dians round here that doesn’t
come to him. But whether he
would tell is another thing. Kin
oceti is mighty handy with his
knife,” he went on. "Regnier
might well have been killed by a
knife that was thrown. He was
hit just about where Konecti
would have got me if I hadn’t
ducked.
“Look here, Miss MacLeod. You
called me a policeman just now,
as if you didn’t like the sound or
taste of that word. I’m a long
. way from being ashamed of it"
and I don’t think you under
stand the job properly. I shouldi
be more glad than you can ap
preciate, perhaps, if I could find
the right man, and find it was !
not your brother. But the man
who did do it, I am going to take j
in.
“I can see your brother’s idea j
j of running away, staying out of |
jail, but it was foolish, just the
j same. If he could have given us!
any good reason to suspect this j
Kinoceti, to show how Kinoceti j
could have got your brother’s I
knife, we could have come here
and done better work than he
has. The law can be trusted. We
don’t find them guilty before ev- j
erything is sifted down.”
“You tried to fool me with that
man inside there. You nearly did. |
He looks enough like your broth- j
er’s description to have kept me
here until he could talk. But
! there were the bones outside, the
fact that sled dogs had been here
and left; the clothing was too
new, the shoes too, that did not
match the others in size; I didn’t
like that stupor of his. It doesn’t
look natural. I don’t know who
he is, but some one warned your
brother to get out.
“It doesn’t take much to guess
this was the messenger. It does
: not take much to guess who sent
him. I spent the night with your
uncle four days ago. I stayed
very close to him. I am sure no
messenger overtook me. But it
is quite possible, with Alexander
! MacLeod’s connections, he had
-j already sent one ahead. That
I might be hard to prove. If it
could be it would show some
: thing mighty close to compound
| ing a felony.
“Is it a felony to help those
we love, when we know they
are unjustly accused?” she de
manded.
“It’s mighty natural, at all
events,” O'Rourke stalled. “I have
a mind that your uncle, how- i
ever, does not love his nephew
.too much.”
“He does,” she cried hotly, f
“They misunderstand each oth
er, that is all. But, when uncle
called Will names, when he pre
tended to be through with him.
it would be only to . . . She stop
ped abruptly.
“Only to cover up the fact that
|he helped him in his first get
i away, had sent a messenger to ■
warn him the police were on his j
trail.”
The sergeant’s face was stern, i
but his eyes were not hard as he j
looked at the girl.
“Why don’t you tell me where
W T ill is?” he asked. "I won’t ar
rest him until we’ve all three!
talked together. I want to help |
you—and him.”
She flushed at his direct offer,
of help to her, but she shook her
head. She had respect as well as
admiration for this man who had j
figured out everything, even to
the trance-weed given her by
Nipegosis. fed to Byrne in a drink
so that he would remain uncon
scious as long as she could hold
the Mountie. But she was not go
ing to admit things. Above all,
she could not give Will away.
“I cannot act as judge for my
brother in a case like this,” she
said. “It might be wise—do not
think I mistrust you—but I can
not betray him.”
O’Rourke nodded.
-It will probably not be very
hard to find him. later,” he said.
“I appreciate the way you feel.
We’ll have to let it slide. I can’t
leave here now. Kinoceti may not
have come alone. Even if he did,
perhaps just to meet me and ar
range getting his reward after i
got my man. I couldn’t leave
him round here loose after what
has happened. I’m afraid I’ll
have to ask you to let me sleep
here .after all, in this room. I
can still rustle my own grub.”
“You needn’t rub it in, she told
him. “Os course you’ll eat here,
j I’m grateful enough to you al
ready. I’ll be more so to know I
don’t have to stay here alone,
i Poor Dick Byrne won’t be of very
! much use for awhile even when
| he comes out of the stupor.”
“Dick Byrne, eh?” O’Rourke re- j
fleeted on the name, placed it.
“I didn’t hear you mention j
that,” he said to her, seeing her j
upset. “Forget it.”
“You’re putting me under too j
many obligations,” she told him. (
“After all, you are here to arrest j
Will.”
“I should be glad to be a friend j
to him—and you,” the sergeant j
answered, meaningly. “I’m going
out to have a look around.”
“You’re a chump, Sgt. Tim
O’Rourke,” he told himself an
grily, as, outside, he lit his pipe.
“What right have you thinking
of a girl at all? A fine husband
man in your joo would make.
And her fearing she’d be a widow
without knowing it, all the time
you were out on trail. A fine mess
you’d be getting into with her
eyes tangling you up. Attend to
your duty and that’s plenty for
you, O’Rourke.”
He saw where Kinoceti had
picked himself up aru staggered
off in the slushy snow. But the
trail died out where the surface
lay in the shadow and was hard*
Nor did he find the three others,
finished with the bottle of cari
bou Kinoceti had left them,
sleeping off their drunk .
O’Rourke and the girl ate in
the cabin with drawn blinds of
sacking. O’Rourke meant to lie
low. He had not gone far, but, be
fore the light faded, he had seen,
not only the track of what he
was sure was Will MacLeod’s sled
going west, but the trail of four
Indians, coming east. Therefore
j Kinoceti had three with him.
Nothing happened. An hour
j after O’Rourke had helped Ma
! rion with the dishes she went in
j to look at Byrne. It would have
, been time to give him more
j trance-weed. That was not nec
essary now. He was coming out
of his stupor. The pipe-stemmed
weed with its purple botches had
i certain medicinal qualities, aside
from being a soporific. He look
led better, his skin was shining
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with a healthy sweat, and he
asked for food.
He recognized her for the first
time.
“I thought it was you,” he said,
“but everything was hazy. I did
not know if I was dreaming or
not. I do dream about you, Ma
rion. Plenty. How did he come
out here? Where is Will? Didn’t
I hear a man’s voice in the other
room just now?”
“It wasn’t Will. He isn’t here.
You are not to talk about any
thing.” "
“I do feel played out. I’m a bit
of a washout. But I’m feeling a
lot better. Listen, I had a mes
sage I was trying to get through
for somebody up here.”
“It got through. We found it
on you and delivered it. It was
really for Will, or me.”
“That’s a relief. Thought I’d
failed. I really did, at that. Who
found me? I remember now. The
fire was going out and there was
no more wood. I got drowsy. I
thought, somehow, you were close
by, trying to talk to me and
I . . .”
“You have got to rest,” she
said firmly. “And not to talk. I’ll
tell you everything later. Now,
will you go to sleep?”
“I might, if I was bribed. I’m
pretty tired—”
She hesitated, for just a mo- i
ment. Then she bent over and
kissed him on the lips. He closed
his eyes.
“After that I’d just as soon I
never woke up,” he murmured.
She passed her hand over his
forehead, wiped his face with a i
cloth and went out with a height
ened color. Dick had done his
best. O'Rourke had come through
on the same trail. She wondered
which ...
O'Rourke was by the window,
listening. His carbine leaned I
against the wall and his service ;
automatic was unholstered in his i
hand.
“Thought I heard something
outside,” he said in a low tone.
"Moon’s rising. I can take a peek
presently. Can you use a gun?” j
“I can shoot pretty well.”
“Good girl! Perhaps you’d bet
ter watch out the back. It may
not amount to anything.’
They experienced nothing for
hours except the tremendous j
strain of waiting—waiting!
Then, around midnight, yells ,
and howls broke out. drunken,
barbaric. They looked through
the curtains and saw, beneath
the moon, dancing and leaping
about a small cabin that was on
fire, four figures. They kept cn
capering, whirling, shouting as
the flames reached their height,
ihe roof fell in and the log wans
collapsed, burning fircely. SgL
O'Rourke hoped they had danced
off their frenzy.
Suddenly he sent the gnl to
the back. The four breeds, devils
from exciteme.it, lust and liquor,
were coming to the cabin
Byrne* called out from the in
ner room. O'nourke wem in to
him and found him on the edge
; the b§d. , ,
“What’s up?” Byrne demanded
“Somebody’s got my gun: 1 • •
His eyes widened and his jaw
dropped at the sight of the sei -
geant. ,
“I borrowed it,” said O Rourke.
“You lie down, or you’ll start
your leg to bleeding.”
“That’s just too bad. I don t
know what the devil you're doing
up here, but you’ve got no license
to borrow my gun, Mountie. It s
my leg, after all. And my gnu.
I saw her just now. And
were Indian yells, Indians on the j
rampage. Give me back my §un,
sergeant. I’ll do my own share of
fighting. Marion’s here. She’s my
girl, damn it, give me my gun. :
He was a trifle incoherent, but
he was in earnest. O'Rourke put
down the lantern, deliberately.
“Your girl, is she?” he said
thoughtfully. “Well, if thats so,
you’re lucky. I’ll not keep you
out of the scrap. Take this win
dow. I’ll get you your gun, Dick
Byrne. But don’t waste cart
ridges. We’ve none too many;
When you shoot, shoot straight.
(To Be Continued)
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Mrs. H. L. King, of Atlanta, is
visiting her mother, Mrs. J. A.
Kennedy, this week.
Hugh Kennedy, of Chattanoo
ga, spent Sunday afternoon with i
his mother. f . •
Lee Baker, of Chattanooga, is,
spending the week with his par
ents, Mr. and Mrs. Tom Baker.
The Menlo Baptist Church an
nounces the third Sunday in Au
gust as the date for home-com
ing day. Ail former pastors and
members are being notified and
friends are cordially invited to
attend the service. Basket lunch
at the noon hour will be a fea
ture of the day. t .. I
Miss Hughie Majors spent the
week-end in Carrollton, Ga.
Mr and Mrs. Lewis Bullard
and family, of Atlanta, were the
week-end guests of Mr. and Mrs.
R. D. Chamblee.
Mr. John Estes, of Florence,
S. C., is visiting Mr. and Mrs. A.
C. Estes and other relatives here.
Mrs. Ida Mobley and daugh
ter and grandson, of Colbran,
Ala., are visiting Mrs. Fanny
Wyatt for a few days.
Miss June Wyatt is visiting
her aunt, Mrs. B. H. Fudge, at
Colquitt, Ga., this week.
Mr. and Mrs. Sam Johnson, of
Charlotte, N. C., are spending
some time with Mrs. Johnson’s
parents, Mr. and Mrs. S. R.
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Mrs. Tennie Hooks, of Rome,
was week-end guest of Miss
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coming at Berea in Alabama
Sunday.
Mr. and Mrs. George McMur
trie and daughter, Sandra, and
Mrs. J. M. Daniel visited Misses
Georgia and Margie Thomas on
j Monday afternoon.
Friends of Mr. and Mrs. A. M.
Snow will be delighted to know
that Mr. Snow is greatly im
proved after a very serious ill
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Mrs. D. C. Spr;ngfield and
daughter. Miss Vera,, and Mrs.
Maude Gann, of Gadsden, Ala.,
were spend-the-day guests of
[Misses Maggie and Effie Leatn
j Saturday.
Mr. and Mrs. Sherman Ely
I and son visited Mrs. Ely’s sis
| ter, Mrs. Max White, and Mr.
WTiite over the week-end.
J. B. STEPHENSON
COUNTY SURVEYOR
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In the Superior Court of Chat
tooga County. Georgia—Sep
tember Term, 1947.
MRS. NELLIE BUTTRAM KEY
vs. FRANK .EARL KEY.
GEORGIA, Chattooga County:
To the Defendant in the Above
Stated Case:
You are hereby commanded to
be and appear at the next term
of the superior court of Chat
tooga County, Georgia, to be held
on the second Monday in Sep
! tember, 1947, to answer the com-?
plaint of the plaintiff named in
the caption, in plaintiff’s suit]
against you for divorce.
Witness the Honorable C. H.
Porter, Judge of said court.
This 27th day of June, 1947.
JOHN S. JONES,
Clerk, Chattooga Superior Court;
In the Superior Court of Chat
tooga County, Georgia—Sep- \
tember Term, 1947.
MARTHA ROMINE WOOTEN vs.
ESTLE WOOTEN. No. 30.
GEORGIA, Chattooga County:
To the Dedenfant in the Above |
Stated Case:
You are hereby commanded to |
be and appear at the next term
of the superior court of Chat-1
tooga County, Georgia, to be held
on the second Monday in Sep
tember, 1947, to answer the com
plaint of the plaintiff named in i
the caption, in plaintiff’s suit!
against you for divorce.
Witness the Honorable C. H.
Porter, Judge of said court.
This 27th day of May, 1947.
JOHN S. JONES,
Clerk. Chattooga Superior Court
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SUIT FOR DIVORCE
In the Superior Court of Chat
tooga County, Georgia—Sep
tember Term, 1947. No. 44.
Jesse Paul Hancock vs.
Oro Childers Hancock.
To Ora Childers Hancock:
You are hereby commanded to
be and appear at the next term
of Superior Court, Chattooga
County, Georgia, to answer the
complaint of the Plaintiff named
in the caption in his suit against
you for divorce.
Witness the Honorable C. H.
Porter, Judge of said Court, this
the 16th day of July, 1947.
JOHN S. JONES, Clerk Su
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