FILASH em Byron GEORGE MARSH ° ® Copyright by : The Lead Dog :| ser | W. N. U. Service Publishing Co. | of my partners is Jtienne Lecroix of SYNOPSIS Fort Albany. Ever hear of him?’ ! Up the wild waters of the un- known Yellow-Leg, on a winter's hunt, journey Brock McCain and Gaspard Lecroix, his French-Cree comrade, with Flash, Brock's puppy and their dog team, Brock's father had warned him of the danger of his trip. After several battles with the stormy waters they arrive at a fork in the Yel- low-Leg. Brock is severely in- jured in making a portage and Flash leads Gaspard to the un- conscious youth, The trappers race desperately to reach their destination before winter sets in, Flash engages in a desperate fight with a wolf and kills him. Gaspard tells Brock of his de- termination to find out who killed his father. Tracks are discovered and the two boys separate for scouting purposes, Brock is jumped by two Indians and a white man and knocked uncon- scious, CHAPTER V i The Patrol of the Gray Owl. Brock opened dazed and puzzled eyes to find himself lying on the snow where he had been knocked uncon: scious by the knife handle of the Cree. With throbbing head, and brain still dull from the blows of the knife handle, be drew himself to a sitting position, “He’s up now!” said the -hite man, in Cree, then turned to the boy. “You're lucky, my young fightin’ cock, to come to as you did! Louis, here, wanted to put a knife into you. You sure slugged him for fair. Now shake yourself together! We got t'make camp.” Slowly Brock’s confused head cleared. Yes, he recalled, he was tightening a heel thong, when they jumped him. He got the first, then the others piled on, hit him from be- hind on the head. The boy got to his feet and raised his hand to his swol- len head. The fingers were without feeling! Like the shock of ice water the realization of what that meant spurred Brock’s fumbling brain. His fingers were freezing! Groping in the snow where he had fought, he foun his mittens. y “Come on now, you!” rasped the white man as the Indian started. “You behav. or I'll bore you! Walk off lively now; it’s late.” Brock was too dejected—too i.dif- ferent—to answer. Rubbing his hands vigorously with snow, then slowly bringing back the blood by putting them inside his shirt beneath his armpits, Brock followed the Crees, one of whom carried his rifle, while the white man brought up the rear. As the exertion of snowshoeing in the keen air started the circulation in his numbed limbs, the clearing brzin of the boy began t., busy itself with his situation. Poor Gaspard! He would never know why his partner had not met him at the far side of the barren. He would wait there, faithful old Gaspard, anxious, won- dering. As usual, Gaspard had been right. It was smoke, not haze, they had seen —smoke from the fire of these peo- ple. There was one consolation in it all; they wanted to take him alive. It would have been easy to shoot him from ambush—or knife him. And now, who were they, and what would they do with him? When they made camp, the white leader would show his hand—question him; and, as he had not spoken to the Indians, Brock de- cided that he would pretend complete ignorance of Cree. He might learn something. Then, at the exclamation “Kekway !” from the leading Indian, Brock looked up to see the light of a campfire in the distance. A third Cree was wait- ing for their rcturn with a steaming caribou stew and hot tea. As he ate his supper beside the fire, Brock listened intently to the ccnver- sation. From his looks and manner of speaking, Brock decided that the bearded chief of the party was an English Canadian, and after they had eaten, and lit their pipes, the white man began his examination of the prisoner. “So you and your partner thought you'd hunt the Yellow-Leg this win- ter?” “Yes,” replied Brock, looking the older man squarely in the eye, “it’s free country; and I ask you what you mean by jumping me this way, and what you think you're going to do with me?” The bearded man laughed as he ex- haled a cloud of smok~. “My boy,” he said, “this ain't free country. It be- longs to me and my partners—we were here first. And you Hudson's Bay people have got to keep out—or take the consequences.” “Who are you and your partners?’ fiercely demanded Brock. “And when did you become the law in this coun- try?” The other smiled good-naturedly at the spirit of his prisoner. He will toward remembered Who seemed to bear no ill Brock Lut the boy Pierre Lecroix. ‘“Jhat’s tellin’, are you and yours? Here the imagination and Scotch shrewdness Brock gave him an in spiration “I'm not afraid toc tell you” he said sarcastically, “that one At the =~ me of the famous Etienne Lecroix, the white man gave an in- voluntary start, pis eyes widened in surprise, a: he repeated this news in Cree to his men. “Another is Black Jack Desaulles— ever heard of him?’ The faces of his auditors, for the curious Crees had joined their chiet at the fire, filled Brock with inward delight. They had indeed heard of the chief of the Al- bany River patrol of the provincial police—dead shot and known from | God's lake to Rupert House as a man | without fear. Brock had certainly | thrown a bomb into the camp of his | captors from the grave looks they ex- | | changed. The older man puffed for a space | on his pipe, evideutly digesting the | startling information that two of the ablest and most feared men in the | Hudson's Bay country were winter- | ing on the Yellow-Leg—Etienne Le- | croix, uncle of Gaspard, and head man at Fort Albany, and the famous | “Black Jack” Desaulles; and that be- ing so, were there for but one pur- pose—the solution of the mysterious disappearance of Pierre Lecroix. As Brock secretly reveled in the discom- fiture of his captors, he wondered if he had helped rather than injured his own chances. He was silent as the camp prepared | for the night. He had his own blan- ket in his pack, and, when they had tied him up with rawhide, so he could not move easily without disturbing the Indians who lay on elther side on the spruce boughs near the fire, he | was wrapped in th. robe. With his arms and legs fettered, escape was impossible, so his thoughts | ran the gamut of the events of the | day which had placed him here, a prisoner—a prisoner, who, like Pierre Lecroix, might never again be heard from. What a jolt the names of Gas- pard’s uncle and “Black Jack” De- | saulles had gi-»n them! If only it were true, and these men were back there with Gaspar., to come to his | aid. Like wolves they’d take the | trail. Le wolves they'd fall or these | people. But his partner was alone. | What could he do single-handed against four? At last Brock tried to sleep, for he would need his strength, whatever | happened. After a time, his tired | body brought him to the frontiers of unconsciousness, only to be waked by the call of a gray owl. | He oper-~d his drowsy eyes to watch | the glow of the fire on the b.ack | screen of surrounding spruce, then | closed them with a sigh. Once more | he drew near to sleep. | Then again, the hunting call of the | gray owl boomed through the sound- less forest, “Whoo, hoo-hoo-hoo, whooo-whooo I” hu. this time to be followed by a faint squawk. Tue signal! The signal of their boyhood! Gaspard: He had trailed | them, Gaspard had gene in search of | the partner who failed to meet him | at tie rrndezvous, found the trail and followed. He lay there now out in the snow, warning Brock of his coming. Staunch old Gaspard! Shortly Brock heurd a faint sound behind the snow hole, and he turned his eyes to see a dark head and shoul- ders, and the glint of steel where the light from the fire touched a knife blade. Cautiously Gaspard -vorked his way through the hole in the snow he | had dug beyonc the sleepers’ heads, under the roof of boughs. Locating his friend, Gaspard thrust his face close to Brock’s lifted head, | and whispered, “Where are you tied?” | “Knees and elbows,” replied Brock, | under his breath, desperate with im- | patience and taut nerves. | Gaspard’s arm reached down over his body and the knife slit the cotton | jacket of the plaited rabbit skins, Again the razor edge of the knife worked to free Brock from the blan- | ket Gaspard did not dare remove be- | cause of the nearness of the sleepers. A last, in desperation, Lecroix seized | Brock’s shoulders and slowly drew | him from between his neighbors, and | back through the hole in the snow. A | slash at his elbow and knees, ang | Brock was free, with his cecovered | rifle jammed into his hands. For a space, the two stood in the snow, guns cocked, ears straining for a sound from the sleep hole. Then, | slipping his feet into the thongs of his snowshoes, Brock whispered, as | an arm gripped the shoulders of his partner: “Come on—they’re dead asleep!” (TO BE CONTINUED.) | No Changes Why is it men resent changes in the arrangement of furniture in a! room? Perhaps if the economical side were pointed out to them in re gard to the wear on rugs and furni- ture they would comprehend more quickly then the fact that a change seems good to the housewife who is home so much. Reflecting by Moonlight | Moonlight is peculiarly favorable to reflection. It is 2 cold and dewy | light in which the vapors of the day | are condensed and, though the air is obscured by darlgness, it is more clear Lunacy must be a cold excitement, not such insanity as a torrid san on the | brain weuld produce.—Thoreau. { | { he hus just insulted me. MODERN INTERPRETATION “What is wrong with this picture?” | was the title of a sketch showing a man and woman walking down the street. Junior had read the funny section and the title of this picture intrigued him. He tried to figure it out, and bent his head puzzling over it for some time. At last he looked up. “Dad, I bet I know what's wrong with this picture.” “What?” “I bet it ain’t his wife.” A Serious Disability. The Surgeon—That bad accident. You have a sprained ankle and a dislocated shoulder. But we'll soon fix you up all right. Mille, Chimay of the “Foolishness” Company—I don’t care about the ankle if it doesn’t look bad. But I can’t dance with a lame shoulder. THEN THE FUN BEGAN was quite a | THE PATTON COURIER ANDIT BOWS TO WOMAN IN ROUGH AND TUMBLE FIGHT Lands Knockout Blow After Hour’s Struggle With Corsican Brigand. Corsica. —Ability her fists and the courage to battle with an Amazonian fury against a ruthless and armed desperado saved Ajaccio, to use clutches of Battesti, notorious Cor- sican bandit, when the woman writer was taken prisoner by the brigand after he had held up a motor coach in which she was touring on the ‘Is- | land of Corsica, The bandit, after forcing Miss Jan- | ssen, two women accompanying her, |a French tourist, and the driver of | the coach to deliver up to him all | their money and jewelry, compelled | the poet to accompany him into the brush at the point of a rifle, having | announced his intention of holding | Miss Janssen as a hostage. Fear Drove Her to Fight. | After she had walked in the brush for an hour or more, Miss Janssen, realizing that she was putting her- self completely in the power of the bandit, suddenly jumped at him and tried to dis#®m him. She succeeded in knocking the rifle from his grasp and struggled for a long time like a wrestler. Both the writer and the highway- man were bleeding from scratches all over their arms and faces, for Miss Janssen employed scratching and bit- Is your husband a buyer for a jew- elry concern?” “No, he isn’t; why do you ask?” “I just saw him with an engage- ment ring and a wedding ring in hi’ | pocket.” Sour Grapes We cannot change our nature, It is quite beyond our reach; If a girl is born a lemon She cannot be a peach. Heard at the Book Emporium. Woman Customer—Have you the book, “The Art of Being Happy Though Married”? Clerk—No, madam; we don’t carry that any more, but perhaps I might suggest this little treatise on “The Art of Jiu Jitsu”; it might be of value to you. And That's Worse Her—You deceived me when I mar- ried you. Him—I did more than that. ceived myself. LITERALLY RIPPING He (warmly)—Gosh, girlie, but you're just ripping! She—Yes—don’t squeeze so hard. In the Drowsy Court Why A4id the lawyer speak so loud, His argument to make? He felt it was his mission proud To keep the court awake. Business First Business Man (telephoning) —Hel- lo, is this William’s wholesale house? I have one of your salesmen here and What shall 1 do? Voice on Other End—First give him a big order and then throw him out! Nice Judge Clerk—Do you swear that you will | tell the truth, the whole truth and— | lovely! | Miss Chatterbox—Oh, how Judge, shall 1 be allowed to talk all the afternoon if I want to? Old News The friend of a distinguished musi cian said to’ the latter's five-year-old daughter: “Tell your daddy he is one of the greatest players living.” The small girl said, serenely: “Il need not tell him that. He knows it.” | —Stray Stories. The Last Word Nina—Dad had the last word in an argument with mother, us usual, last night. Tom—The last word, as usual? Nina—Yes, he apologized again. I de | He Went Down. ing as well as punching. She found herself stronger than her opponent and lashed out with both hands in a furious offensiwe “I think we must have fought for an hour without any intermission,” Miss Janssen said in deseribing her | experiences. “We both became so weak we could hardly stand on our feet. I was a mass of bruises. He was so groggy he could hardly see. When it seemed I must have to give up and permit him to kill me, for he was armed with a pistol and a knife, a fresh wave of strength | seemed to pass through me. Landed Knockout Punch. “I made a final lunge at him. I | caught him under the heart, and he went down like a felled steer. He was unable to get up.” Beaten and discouraged, | called Miss Janssen a fiend, her he did not want a woman like | her as a prisoner and for her to leave him, | His experience with this Amazon | must have broken Battesti’s nerve, for the police arrested him a few days later. He is now awaiting trial on enough charges to send him to the guillotine. Jattestl | Jail Authorities Can’t Get Rid of Prisoner Chatham, Ont.—Cyrille Tichaek in- | sisted on staying in Chatham jail. All | efforts to induce him to leave the in- stitution have failed. Faced by a problem without precedent, Gov. Mil- ton Shaw admits he is perplexed. Sev- eral times the prisoner has been es- Tichaek doesn’t understand English very well and he insisted on staying. | Lately more drastic measures were taken. He was driven downtown in a motor car and, after much persuasion, was induced to get out. But the man was back at the jail before the car | returned, waiting to be let in. Tichaek has no friends, no money Charged Clothes Line New Orleans.—A clothes line which had become charged | with electricity. { Mrs. Paul Thibodaux, forty-two, cried out when the current passed through her body and the next in- | stant was dead Her child. 'wul ing nearby, heard the ery and rushed to his mother. Wrecked by Cow Fremont, Neb.—Observing a cow, rhased by a dog, racing down the cuted while hanging out laundry on a | telling |! | | who had been play- The current killed him. | Miek Janssen, Dutch poet, from the | corted to the door and told to leave. | | | | | | | Kills Mother and Child | | three-year-old | child lost his life here when he ran | to his mother who had been electro- | road toward him, Lloyd R. Ballard stopped his flivver. The cow ran head ! | on into Ballard's car, smashing the windshield and badly driver on the hunds and face, cutting the | Employment for Men Displaced by Mechaniza- tion Must Be Assured By DANIEL WILLARD, President Baltimore and Ohio Railroad. OCIETY must assume the duty of providing steady employment. The burden of providing employment for men displaced by the mechanization of industry is upon industry in general. It is for the benefit of society that we have mass production and re- duced costs. Then society must assume responsibility to these men, and the Baltimore & Ohio, as a unit of society; has its responsibility. At the present time the turnover in employees is less than 10 per cent, while five years ago it was 20 to 25 per cent. We have the problem of having to handle large freight movements when freight shipments are offered, and hence to have a great number of men. Engineers go back to firemen, and some accept employment in the shops during dull periods. In the maintenance-of-way department employment has kept much more uniform than in 1923. T admit that before the war, and I apolo- gize for it, we did not have a consciousness of the righteousness of try- ing to stabilize our employment. The philosophy which has been impressed upon me is that if society is going to take advantage of mass production and reduced costs, society must assume the responsibility for finding employment for men, We must all accept the responsibility. It is not only unjust, but it is dangerous to have men idle. Men will steal, for example. I would before I would starve, and I think most men, if they are honest, will ad- mit the same thing. I agree with Senator Couzens, chairman of the senate committee on | education and labor, that construction work should be postponed in pros- perous times. My company is following that plan. Economic and Industrial Situation for 1929 Promises Record of Prosperity By ALFRED P. SLOAN, Jr., President General Motors. My business viewpoint, so far as 1929 is concerned, is necessarily based upon what I believe to be a fact—namely, that there is nothing except soundness in the general economic and industrial situation. IT | see no reason, therefore, why we should not continue to progress and en- joy excellent business and a general measure of prosperity. Next year should see a new high record in automobile production. I reach this conclusion because I believe that the statistical position of the automotive industry indicates that sales during 1928 were limited by lack of production in the low-priced field, which means that we shall carry forward a certain amount of business in 1929, which will, of course, be in addition to the normal trend. The normal trend will call for increased production due to the in- creased replacement demand over previous years plus increased demand for overseas markets, which are expanding very rapidly, plus a reason- able amount of natural growth, all of which should swell the total to a point where I believe a new record for production will be established. Soul Not a Myth, but the Deepest and Most Thorough Aspect of Man's Life Ey JOHN HAYNES HOLMES, New York Pastor. Man is not a dualism, but is essentially a unity, made of a single piece, and body and soul are purely artificial distinctions. It has Leen asked, “Is the Soul a Myth?” If we mean has man a soul as the body has a heart or a stomach or a brain? then I say yes, the soul is a myth; but if we mean, is man a soul, as fire is flame, or as mind is thought? then the soul is not a myth. On the contrary, it is the deepest and most thorough aspect of a man’s life. Whe have thought of soul as something entirely apart from body, poured into the body at birth like medicine and out of the body like smoke from the chimney at the moment of death. In every stage of evolution there appear new qualities of character and life which have never existed before. The new quality and charac ter of man is his spiritual nature, not apart from him, but his own es sence of being. I am myself an ego, a personality, a living entity, a soul. This great word is what we use to describe man’s unity. Willingness of Americans to Do Things in a Eig Way Secret of Prosperity By P. W. WILSON, Member of British Parliament. I am asked why America is rich. To the best of my ability and ob servation, I give the real reason. It is not merely the size, the resources, and the geographical detachment of this vast area. It is a readiness to spend $55,000,000 a year on Y. M. C. A.’s alone; to hold dinners where the larger issues involved in industry are freely discussed; to admit em- ployers and employed to one partnership in ideas; and to promote abil- ity wherever it can be discovered. It is the inclusion of industry in the curriculum of universities and the purview of the churches. It is the belief that, properly conducted, industry is the true antidote to crime and discontent ; that whatsoever a man findeth to do, he should do it with his might ; that there is a divinity that shapes not only our ends but also our commodities, which are to be elaborated and consumed as a kind of eco- nomic sacrament. 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