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The Detective of the
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By HESKETH PRICHARD
Copyright, 1913,
By Hesketh Prichard
‘alone. Three men can't 20 quiet where
*1 said ‘'we would get shot, not me
one can.”
And so finally it was arranged,
though not without a good deal of ar
gument with Petersham.
“That's a tine fellow,” remarked Pe
tersham.
“The kind of fellow who fought with
and bettered the Iroquois at their own
game. | wonder what he will see at
Butler's cairn?”
It was past midnight when .Joe ap
peared again. Petersham and I both
asked for his news.
November shook his head. “I've
nothing to tell: nothing at all. I didn’t
see no one.”
“Where were you?”
“Lying down on top of the cairn fit-
self. There's good corners to it.”
“You could see well round, then, and
if any one had come you would not
have failed to observe them.”
“Couldn't be too sure. There was
some dark times when the moon was
shut in by clouds. They might ’'a
come them times, though I don’t think
they did. But I'll know for certain
soon unless it comes on heavy rain.
There's a fine little lake they calls
Butler's pond up there. You take your
fishpole, Mr Quaritch, and we’ll go
over at sunrise and you try for some
of them trout, while | take a scout
round for tracks.”
This we did, but search as Joe would
he failed to discover any sign at all
He told me this when he joined me at
breakfast time.
After 1 had caught a nice string of
trout we walked back to Kalmacks,
circling round the house before we en-
tered it. The sand lay undisturbed by
any strange footstep, but when we got
in we found Mr. Petersham in a state
of the greatest excitement. -
“One of the blackmailers has had a
long talk with Puttick.” he told us.
“What?”
“Incredible as it sounds, it is so.”
“But when was this?"
“Karly this morning. some time aft-
er you and Joe started This is how
it happened. Puttick had just got up
and gone down with a tin of rosin and
some spare canvas and tin to mend
that canoe we ripped on the rock yes-
terday In fact. he had only. just be-
gun working when he was startled by
a voice ordering him to hold up his
hands.”
“By Jove, what next?”
“Why, he held them up. He had no
choice. And then a man stepped out
from behind the big rock that’s just
above where the canoe lies.”
“] hope Puttick recognized him.”
“No. The fellow had a red handker-
chief tied over his nose and mouth.
Only his eves showed under the brim
of a felt hat that was pulled low down
over them. He carried a rifle, that he
kept full on Puttick’s chest while they
talked But I'll call Puttick, He can
finish the account of the affair himself
That's best.”
Puttick answered to the call, and
after running over the story. which
was exactly similar to that we had
just heard from Petersham, he con
tinued:
“The tough had a red hanker tied
over his ugly face, nothing but. his eyes
showing. He had me covered with his
gun to rights all the time.”
“What kind of a gun was it?”
“] didn’t see; leastways | didn’t no
tice.”
“Wéll, had he anything to say?”
“He kep’ me that way a minute be
fore he started speaking. ‘You tell Pe
tersham,” says he, ‘it's up to him to
pay right away. Tell him unless he
goes at once to Butler's cairn and
takes the goods and leaves them there
on the big flat stone by the rock he'll
hear from us afore evening, and. he'll
hear in a way that'll make him sorry
all his life. And as for you, Ben Put
tiek, you take a hint and advise old
man Petersham to buy us off, and he
can’t be too quick about doing it either.
If he tries to escape we’ll get him on
the road down to Priamville’ After
he’d done talking he made me put my
watch on the canoe—that I'd turned
bottom up to get at that rent—and
warned me not to move for half an
hour, When the half hour was up I
come right away and tell you.”
“mall or short was he?”
“Medium-like.”
«Which way did he go when he left
you?’
“West: right along the bank.”
«you followed his trail after the
half hour was over?”
Puttick opened his eyes
leave none.”
“Left no trail’
Petersham
But Joe interposed
kep’ to the stones in the
brook all the time?”
“That's it And. anyway, if I'd got
“He didn’t
How's that?" cried
“You mean he
bed 0’ the
CHAPTER XV.
The Man In the Black Hat.
E were silent for » moment.
Then Petersham turned to
Puttick.
“What do you think of it,
Ben? You have some experience of
these squatters up here. Do you think
they mean business?”
“There ain’t much fooling about
these mountain men.” Puttick answer-
ed bitterly. “And now [( says this to
you, Mr. Petersham, and 1 cau’'t never
say nothing stronger. If you're mind-
ed to stay on here at this place, you
must pay if you don’t want Miss Pe-
tersham hurt or killed.”
“My daughter?”
“That's how 1 read it. What else
could he mean? He said you'd be sor-
ry all your life.”
*Good heavens! Even the most hard-
ened ruffians would not hurt a woman.
You don’t think it possible?’ Peter-
sham turned to me.
*“I think that Linda runs a very great
risk by staying.”
“Then she shall go.”
But when Linda was called and the
facts made clear to her she absolutely
refused to leave Kalmacks.
*“You will force me to pay the mon-
ey. then,” said Petersham, “though 1
am well aware that this demand will
only be the first of many. Whenever
these blackmailers want $1,000, aye,
or $10.000. they know they will only
have to ask me to supply them. But
I can't risk you—I'll pay.”
Joe turned to Petersham. “If you
climb down now I'll be right sorry I
ever come with you. I don’t hold with
backing down under a bluff.”
1. who knew Joe, was surprised to
hear him offer so definite an opinion
in such strong terms, but Linda clap
ped her hands.
“It’s all nonsense, isn't it? Why, if
any one attempted to hurt me Joe
would make him regret it, wouldn't
you, Joe?" She flashed him a glance
of her glorious eyes
“I'd sure try to bard enough,” re-
plied November. “And now, Mr. Qua-
ritch, I'll ask Ben here to show me
just where the fella stood when he
held him up this morning.”
So Joe went down to the brook, and
1 went with him. We were soon be-
side the canoe which Puttick had been
mending.
“Here's where | was, and there's
where he stood,” said Puttick. pointing
to a small mass of rock close by "And
there's the place I set down my watch.”
November glanced over the details
and then followed the bank of the
brook for some distance. Presently he
returned.
“Did you strike his trail?" asked Put-
tick.
“No, the stones lead right away to
the lake, and like as not he came in}
a canoe.”
“Like as not,” agreed Puttick and
resumed his work on the canoe which
had been so rudely interrupted earlie:
in the day.
We found Linda in the living roqm
arranging some fishing tackle. She at
once appealed to Joe.
“Oh, Joe, 1 want to try some of
those English lures Mr. Quaritch gave
me. I'm going to fish, and 1 want to
use this two jointed pole. Will you
fix it for me?"
“I'd like you to make me a prom:
ise, Miss Linda.”
“What is it?”
“Not to go out at all today.”
“You don’t think I’m in danger?”
“You're in great danger, Miss
Lin ”
“Then you must go out with me,
Joe. If you are with me they will not
dare’”—
“Look here, Miss Linda, if you’ll stay
in the house just over today I wouldn't
wonder but it might be quite safe for
you to go out tomorrow — and ever
after.”
“Joe, you mean you have discover-
ed”’—
“No; 1 ain’t discovered nothing, but
if you stay in the way 1 ask maybe I
shall.” Joe took up his hat.
“Where are you going, November?’
1 asked.
“Over to Senlis lake, Mr. Quaritch.
Will you see Ben Puttick and tell him
I won’t be back till lateish and will he
cook the potatoes and the cornflour
cakes if 1 don’t get back to time? Miss
Linda, will you please tell every one,
even your father, that you have a
mighty painful head and that's why
you're staying in?"
“Yes, Joe,” said Linda.
After Joe's departure 1 took a book
and sat with it in the veranda, where
I was joined in due course by Linda
and Mr. Petersham,
“It’s cool here, the only cool spot in
the place today,” remarked Petersham.
“Yes, and don’t the spruces smell
sweet?” said Linda. “Joe cut them to
give me shade.”
She pointed to a row of tall saplings
propped against the rail of the veran-
da so as to form a close screen.
“Joe always thinks of things for peo-
ple,” she added.
Petersham glanced from me to Lin-
da. “If your headache is bad you had
better lie down in the house,” he said.
“It is ever so much better, but I'll
fetch some smelling salts.”
1 was about to offer to bring them
for her when 1 caught her father’s
eye behind her back and remained
where I was. As soon as she had gone
in Petersham stepped up to me and
whispered:
“To give her shade,” he repeated.
I looked around and nodded.
“There is always shade here,” he
went on. “The sun can’t get in through
the pines on this side. The wood is
thickest here.”
“That's true,” | agreed, looking at
-
would very likely sit here, and he was
afraid.”
“Afraid? Of what?"
denly from behind us.
hurt me here. Why.
help and you are both here.
protect me."
“Not against a rifle vullet,” said Pe-
tersham. “For my suke, go in, Linda!”
As he said the words from far away
came the sound of a shot. Distance
robbed it of that acrimony with which
the modern rifle speaks. and it struck
a dull. even drowsy note upon the air
said Linda sud-
“No one could
I could call for
You could
of that Iauguid afterooon of late
spring.
“What can that be?’ eried Liuda.
As if in answer came the xullen far
off sound three times repeated. and
then, after an interval, a fourth’ :
“Shooting!” cried Linda again. very
white, her blue eyes wide with terror.
“And it’s from the direction of Senlis
lake!”
“Ben! Ben Puttick!” roared Peter-
sham.
But loud as was his voice, Linda’s
call rose higher. >
“Here 1 am!” We heard Puttick’s
voice from inside the house, and he
ran out a minute later.
“We heard five shots from Senlis
lake.” I said. **We must start at once,
you and I. Mr. Petersham will stay
with Miss Linda.”
Puttick looked me in the eyes.
“Are you tired of your life?” he ask-
ed grimly.
“We have no time to think of that.
Get ready!”
“There was five shots,” Puttick said
deliberately. “lI heard ’em myself.
That means Joe’s dead, if it was him
they shot at. If we go we'll soon be
dead too.”
“Oh, you coward!” cried Linda.
Puttick turned a dull red. “I'm no
coward, Miss Linda, but I'm no fool.
I'm a woodsman. 1 know.”
“There is a good deal of sense in
what Ben says.” | put in. “I think
his best place is here with you. He
shall stay to help you in case of need.
I'll go and find Joe. After all, it's as
likely as not that he was firing or per
haps some one else was firing at a
bear.”
I hastened forward at the best
pace 1 could attain until from a ris-
ing knoll | caught a glimpse of Seniis
lake. The forest path here rose and
fell in a series of short steep inclines.
I labored up these little hills and ran
down the slopes. Suddenly I came to
a turn and was about to rush down a
sharp dip when a voice, seemingly at
my side, said:
“That you, Mr. Quaritch?”
“Joe! Where are you?”
“Here!”
1 followed the voice and, parting
saw Joe lying on the
some branches,
SM Hr
Joe Leaned Against the Maple Tree
and Looked Down on Him.
ground. His face was gray under its
tan, and a smear of blood had dried
upon his forehead and cheek.
“You're wounded!” I cried.
“His second passed through the top
of my shoulder.”
“His? Whose?”
“Him that shot at me.”
“Did you shoot back?”
“He les about ten paces west 9’ that
small maple.”
“You saw him?”
“Hardly. He had a black hat, I
saw it move after he fired his fourth,
and I shot back. If you'll give me
your arm, Mr. Quaritch, we'll go up
and take a look at him.”
With difficulty and with many pauses
we reached the top of the little ridge.
The dead man lay as Joe had said
quite near the small maple. The bullet
had entered his throat. He was a long
haired. black bearded man of medium
size.
Joe leaned against the maple tree and
looked down at him.
“I seem to know the fellow's face,” I
said.
“Yes; you seen him the day we come.
cutting wood by the shack.”
“Now, Joe, lean on me, and we'll gr:
to make for home.” for 1 saw he was
very weak
“Must just look around. Mr. Qua
ritch. See here! He was smeking his
pipe. Look at the ashes-Aa r
handful of nem He must
the close grown junipers that stood in
fooling lookin’ for his tracks I'd ’a’ got
a bullet in me same as Bill
ended the little man. “They
watching us.”
11 j reason.’
front of us ‘Joe stacked these sa
lings against the rail for so
“Of course He Knew that
FE ARE
me all of a hour before !
1 s his on a 35.50
‘ Joe lay back
| “You're not
>
“I'll go back to Kaimacks and get a
rig to bring you home.”
“No, Mr. Quaritch. It would never
be right to do that, It would give the
other feliuas warnine.”
“The others?”
*This dead fellas partners.”
“You know he has some, then?”
“One anyway. But let’s be moving
Cut me a pole so as I can use it as a
cruteh.”
I did as he asked. and we commenced
our long and. for him,
back.
CHAPTER XVI
The Capture.
S we walked Joe gave mie in little
Jerks the story of his adven-
tures.
"1 started out, Mr. Quaritch,”
he began, ‘and crossed the lake to
the camp where Bill Worke was fired
at—you mind Miss Linda dropped a
brooch there? 1 had a search for it,
but I didn't tind it, though I ‘come
across what I'd hoped to find—a lot of
tracks—men’s tracks.”
“Who had been there since Satur-
day?”
“Huh! Yes; only about two days
old. After awhile I built a bit of a
fire and cooked a pinch of tea in a
tin I'd fetched along. Then after
lunk”—Joe always called lunch ‘*‘lunk”
—*] started back. 1 was coming along
easy. not on the path, but in the wood
about twenty yards to the south of it.
and afore I'd gone above three or
four acres a shot was fired at me from
above. The bullet didn’t strike me,
but as I was in a wonderful poor place
for cover—just three or four spruces
and half a dozen sticks of wild rasp-
berry—I went down, pretending I'd
got the bullet, pitched over the way a
man does that’s got it high up, and 1
took care to get the biggest spruce
trunk between me and where I think
the shots come from.
“Sometimes, if you go down like
that, a man’ll get rattled-like and come
out. but »e¢ ““4 me (Guess I'm not
the first he's put a bit of lead into
He lay'still and fired again—got me
in the shoulder that time. and I gave
a kick and shoved in among the rasp-
berry canes in good earnest. had some
of them whitey buds in my mouth and
was chewing of them, when the fella
ghoois twice more--both misses. Then
he kind o’ paused, and I guesses he's
going to move to where he can let me
have it again.
*1 see the black hat on him for a mo
ment and then I lets drive. 1 tried
to get up to have a look at him.”
“Surely that was risky. How could
you know he was dead?
‘Heard the bullet strike and saw the
hat go backward. A man don't nev-
er fall over backward when he’s sham-
mins. 1 couldn't get to him—fainted.
I guess. Then you come, along.”
* * * ® * * *
Evening had fallen before we ulti:
mately arrived at Kalmacks. We ap-
proached the house with care and en-
tered by a window at the back, as
Joe thought it possible the front em’
trances might be commanded from the
wood on that side.
We went at once to the room where
Worke was lying and .Joe gave him a
rapid description of the man he had
shot.
“That's Tomlinson,” said Worke at
emce. “Them two brothers lives to-
gether. What have they been doing?”
“You'll know afore night,” replied
Joe. “Wheat psp their names?’
“Dandy is the one with the black
beard, while =5 they calls Muppy is
a foxy colored man.”
“Thank you,” said Joe. ‘Now, Bill,
if you keep them names to yourself
I'll come back in half an hour and tell
you wbo it was shot you.”
On Joe's appearance Linda started up
and ran to him.
“You're wounded!" she cried.
“It’s nothin’ much, Miss Linda.”
But as we laid him down on the
couch he seemed to lose consciousness.
Petersham brought brandy, and Linda,
holding Joe’s head upon her arm, put
it to his lips. He swallowed some of
it and then insisted upon sitting up.
“I must bind up your shoulder. We
must stop the bleeding.” Linda's dis-
tress and anxiety were very evident.
And Joe had to give way. With her
capable and gentle hands Linda soon
dressed the wound and afterward in-
sisted on sending for Puttick to help
him to his bunk.
“So you've got it?” Puttick said. “I
warned you. Lucky you're not dead.”
“Yes, ain't it?" returned Joe.
Well I knew that soft drawl, which
November’s voice never took except in
moments of fiercest tension.
“You'd best join your hands above
your head, Ben Puttick. Lock the
thumbs, That's right!”
Joe had picked my revolver from the
table and held it pointed at Puttick’s
breast.
“He's mad!” screamed Puttick.
‘Me his hands, Mr. Quaritch. Miss
Linda, will you please to go away?”
“No, Joe. Do you think I'm fright-
ened ¥”’
“Hub! I know you're brave, but a
man acts freer without the women
looking on.”
‘Without a word she turned and walk-
ed out of the room.
“Puttck’s going to confess, Mr. Pe-
2psham.” went on November.
Verve nothing to confess, you fool!”
“Not even that story you invented
about the man with the red hanker
across his face—the man who wasn’t
never there?”
“What's he ravin’ about?” cried Put-
tick.
“Have you forgot them long haired
Tomlinson brothers that”—
The effect of this speech on Puttick
| was instantaneous. Hvidently he leap-
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Some hours later we sat round No-
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“No, Mr. Petersham,” Joe was say-
ing. *‘1 don’t think you'll have much
more trouble. There was only three
men in it. One's dead: one’s locked
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“What I don’t understand.” said Lin-
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was in it. When did you begin to sus
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“Last night, when Mr. Petersham
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