~ ' Hetketh Prichvd -S . . . J Continued It happened that at first Hijrhaoison h* neither of us. so that the first in flotation that he had of our present* was November's Heilo!" Down crashed the lantern, and Its hearer started bark with a quick, hoarse ftasp. "Who's there?" he cried. "Who"— "Them as is sent by Hal Lyon." Sever hare 1 seen words produce so tremendous an effect. Highnmson enve a bellow of fury, and the next instsat he and November were struggling together I sprang to my companion's aid. and «ven then it was no easy task for the two of lis to master the powerful o J man. As we held him down 1 caught my first sight of his ao what? I didn't—l" Hishnin son paused, and there wa« something unquestionably fine about the old man as he added: "No. I won't lie. It's true I shot Hal Lyon. Anil what's more if it was to do again I'd do it again It's the best deed I ever done Tes. I say that, though I know it's j written in the book. "Who so s'jeddotb ; man's b!ood. by man sha'i his b'.ood be sired.' " "Why did you do it?" repeated No , Tember. Highainson gn~e him a 'oo : ;. "I'll tell you. I uid t 'or tuy littU ; .loner's sake. He was her- hisland Soe U>rc.' I'll te i you why I shot Hn A lon ? of the - nifinth 1 went away back iato thi . woods trapping tnuskrst-' 1 vrr.s genu roore'n the month, and the day I com. ' back 1 went over t" see .laney. Hal Lyon weren't the-r. I' he had been 1 shouldn't i,ever 'a' needed to travel so Or to get eve:i with him But that's neither b°re nor there. He'd gone to h's bear traps above Big Tree. But the night before he left he'd got in one ot tils quarrels with my Janey. Hit her. be did. There was one tooth gone w here his—tist fell." Never hive I seen such fu"y as burn ed in the old man's eyes as he groaned •ut the lasr words. "Janey. that had the prettiest face for fifty miles around. She tried to hide it from nv*--she didn't want me to know Bu* th»r® was lier poor face ail swoie and bia k and blue and the gap atnr.ng her white teeth. Bit by bit It ail came out. It weren't the first time Lyon'd took his bands to her, no. nor the tnird nor the fourth. Th»re on the spot as I looked at her I made up uiy mind I'd go after him. and I'd make him promise me. aye. swear to me on the Holy Book, never to lay hand on her again. If he wouldn't swear I d put him where his hands MMidn't reach her I found him oamp »d away up alongside a backwater iear his traps, and 1 told him I'd seen lar.ey and that he must swear. He wouldn't. He «aid he'd !ecm her to .ell on biro. He'd smash her in the •couth again. Then he lay down and •iep'. I wonder now he weren't afraid »f me. but 1 suppose that was along of "re being a quiet. God fearing chap, lour by hour I lay awake, and theu I •ouidn't stand it no more, and I got. *p awi pulied a bit of candle I had from my pack, fixed up a candlestick »nd looked In my Bib!e for guidance, the words I lit on were 'Thou ihalt break them with a rod of iron.' That was the gun clear enough. Then I blew out tbe light, and I think I step', for I dreamed "Next morning Lyon was up early. He had two <>r three green skins that »«'d took off tbe day before, and he said he was going straight home to smash Janey. I lay there, and 1 said nothing, black nor white. His judg ment was set. I knew be couldn't make all the distance In one day. and I was pretty s*re he'd camp at Big Tree. I arrived there Just after him. as I could travel faster by canoe than , him walking, and ao kep' uear him ali day Ir was nigh sonset. and I bent rlown uwler the bank so he couldn't see me. He went into the old shack . I called out bis name. I beard him cursing at my voice, and when he showed his face I shot him dead. I never landed: I never left no tracks. I thought I was safe. sure. You've took me; yet only for Janey s suke I wouldn't care I did right, but she won't like them to soy her father's a murderer. That's ail." November sat on the edge of the table. His handsome face was grave. Nothing more was said for a good while. Then Highainson sjood up. "I'm ready. November, but you 11 let me see Janey again before you give me over to the police." November looked him in tbe «y?s "£xpect jy? And why should he want to read in the middle of thei night if be was not in trouble? And ! if he was in trouble, what book would he want to read? Besides, not one trapper in a hundred carries any book bat the Bible." "I see. Bat bow did yon know it | was in tbe middle of the night?" "Did you noti""e where he cut his, candlestick?" "No." sold I. "I did. and he made two fa!se cuts where ht« kaife slipped in tbe dark You're wonderful at questions." "And yon at answers." November stirred the embers under the kettle, and tbe firelight lit up his fine face as he turned with a ynwn. "My." said be. "but I'm glad His: ! ham«on had bis reasons. I'd 'a' hated to think of that old man shut in whe r e' lie couldn't see the sun rise. Wouldn't you?" CHAPTER IV. The Sevon Lumberjacks. Tl'K more I saw of Joe in the days which followed, the more I appreciated the mau and the more I became convinced of his remarkable gifts. It was not long aft er our return from St. Amiel before Joe sucei*ded in getting me a fairsjot • t the large red deer buck of Wldde ney pond and it so happened that the killing of this buck brought us news of old Highainson. for we took tbe head down to him to set up. Joe and I walked over and found him living with bis daughter. Janey Lyon, for tbe police l.ad never be«»n success ful In discovering the Identity of tbe avwuger of Big Tree portage. The two seemed very happy together, but I j must acknowledge that I feared from what I saw that the beautiful Janey would not continue to bear the name of Lyon much longer. I said as much to : November Joe as we were walking lack. "That's nature.'' said he. "Old Man Highamson toid me that neither Bax- 1 ter Gurd nor Miller don't give her no peace. Well. I guess a woman's better j married anyway." It was drawing on toward evening and bad begun to rain wben we turned from the woods into the mile long trail that led to November's shack. His quick glance fell at once upon the ground and. following bis eye, I saw I the Impression of fresh tracks. "What do they tell you?" I ask»d. for it was a:ways a matter of Interest to j rae to put November s skill to the little daily tests that came In my way. "Try yourself." said he. j "A man ii; moccasins-probably an Indian—has passed along. Isn't that I right?" I asked. November Joe smiled grimly. "Not just quite. The man ten t an j Indian, he's a white inau. and he car- I HARRISBUFO STAR-INDEPENDENT. SATURDAY EVENING. NOVEMBER 7. 1914. rie» bi« itewk ttud has not come vcr, j Mr." "You're sure?" 1 said, stoopiug to el | amine the trail more closeW but wltli j i out result. I "Certain! The Indian morcnsln h.v j no raised heel. These have. He's no come far. He's traveling fast—see. hi springs from tbe bull of the foot, anil 1 when a man finishes a journey on the , run you may lie sure he thinks he's j got a good reason for getting to the end of it. This trail leads nowhere , but to my shack, and we'li sure find i our man there." Ten minutes later, when we came in sight of November's home, we were aware of a big man sitting on a log ; smoking his pipe !>eside the door. He was middle aged, with a hard face, and (here was more gray in his russet beard than his age warranted. As soon | as we appeared he leaped up and came j across the open to meet us. j "Blackmask is at it again!" he cried | I saw a gleam of anticipation. If not 1 of pleasure, cross Novemt>er's face. He I turned to me. I "This is Mr. Close, manager of the River Star Pulp company's Camp C." he said. "I'd like to make you known ito Mr Quaritch. Mr Close." This courtesy concluded he added In hi< deliberate tones. 'What's Blackmask ! done now?" "He's at his old tricks! Bin this year we'll lay him by the hi'els. or my j name's not Joshua Close." The speak er looked up. and. seeing my poraled expression, addressed himself to me "Last year there were five separate robberies committed on the road be tween Camp C and the settlement." he explained- "Each time it was just a single lumberja k who got held up. and each time a man In n black mask was the robber. November here was away." 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