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The American tried it at his New York home and wrote to say he had never tasted finer coffee than Rideau Hall. The secret of Rideau Hall flavor is that the finest quality of coffee is selected; it is properly roasted; cut steel dies that eliminate the chaff; then sealed with its fresh-roasted flavor in the patent Vacuum Tin. Its aromatic taste is retained to the last spoonful. Ask your grocer, ° German, Echert & Co., Limited Oolfas Purveyors to the Canadian er Es au Hall X= 1 f f il HL 7 A g SA Hau x there, inch by inch. I'm going to let him starve, and rot in the traps, to pay for all he's done." He picked up his gun, and added, with his eyes on the stranger and his finger ready at the trigger, "I'm Bush McTaggart, the Factor at Lac Bain. Are you bound that way, M'sieu?" "A few miles. I'm bound up<«coun- try--beyond the Barrens." McTaggart felt again thrill. "Government?" he asked. The stranger nodded. "The--Police, perhaps?" persisted McTaggart. "Why, yes--of course--the Police," said the stranger, looking straight into the Factor's eyes. "And now, M'sieu, as & very great courtesy to the Law I'm going to ask you to send a bullet through that beast's head before we go on. Will you? Or shall I?" "It's the law of the line," said Mec- Taggart, "to let a trap robber rot in the strange "You poor devil," he said, the smile Suing out of bis face. "You poor de. the traps. And that beast was a devil. Listen--"" Swiftly, and yet leaving out none of the fine detail, he told of the weeks and months of strife between himself ind Baree; of the maddening futility of all his tricks and schemes and the still more maddening cleverness of the beast he had at last succeeded in trap- ping. "He was a devil--that clever," he cried fiercely when he had finished. "And now--would you shoot him, or let him lie there and die by inches, as the devil should?" The stranger was looking at Baree. is face was turned away from Mec- Taggart. He said: "I guess are right. Let the devil rot. If rs, Baa for Lac Bain, M'sien, I'll travel a short distance with you now. It will take a couple of miles to straighten out the line of my éom- pass. He pleked w his gun. McTaggart led the way. the end of an hour the stranger stooped, and point- ed north. ¢ "Straight up there--a good five hun. dred miles," he said, speaking lightly as though he would reach home that night. "I'll leave you here." He made no offer to shake hands. But in going, he said. "You might report that John Madi- son has passed this way." After that he travelled s¢raight nor- thward for half a mile through the deep forest. Then he swung westward for two miles, turned at a sharp angle into the sowth, and an hour after he had left McTaggart he was once more squatted on his heels almost within arms' reach of Baree. And he was saying, as though speak- ing to a human companion: "So that's what you've been, old bo#. A trap robber, eh? An outlaw? And you beat him at the game for two months! And for that, because ypu're a better beast than he is, he wants to let you die here as slow as you can. An outlaw!" His voice broke into a pleas- ant laugh, the sort of laugh that warms one. even a beast. "That's funny. We ought to shake hands, Boy, by George, we had! You're a wild one, he says. Well so am I. Told him my name was John Madison. It ain't. I'm Jim Carvel And, oh Lord--all I said was 'Police.' And that was right. It ain't a lie. I'm wanted by the whole corporation--by every danged policeman between Hud- son's Bay and the Mackenzie River. Shake, old man. We're in the same bloat, an' I'm glad to meet you!" CHAPTER XXVIII Jim Carvel held: out his hand, and the snarl that was in Baree's throat died away. The man rose to his feet. He stood there, looking in the dircc- tion taken by Bush McTaggart, and chuckled in a curious, exultant sort of way. There was friendliness even in that chuckle. There was friendliness in his eyes and in the shine of his teeth as he looked again at Baree. 'About him there was something that seemed to make the gray day brighter, that seemed to warm thg chill air--a strange something that radiated cheer and hope and comradeship just as a hot stove sends out the glow of heat. Baree felt it. For the first time since the two men had come his trap-torn body lost its tenseness; his back sag- ged; his teeth clicked as he shivered in his agony. To this man he betray- ed his weakness, In his bloodshot eyes there was a hungering look as he wat- ched Carvel--the self-conféssed out- law. And Jim Carvel again held out his hand-=much nearer this time. "You poor devil," he said, the smile going out of his face. "You poor de- vil!" The words were like a caress to Ba- ree--the first he had known since the loss of Nepeese and Pierrot. He drop- ped his head until his jaw lay flat in the snow. Carvel could see the blood dripping slowly from it. "You poor devil!" he repeated. * There was no fear in the way he put forth his hand: It was the confidence of a great sincerity and a great com- passion. It touched Baree's head and patted it in a brotherly fashion, and then--slowly and with a bit more can- tion--it went to tHe trap f d te Baree's forepaw. In his half-crazed brain Baree was fighting to under. stand things, and the truth came fin- ally when he felt the steel jaws of the trap open-=and he drew forth his maimed foot. He did then what he had done to no other creature but Nepee- se, Just once his hot tongue shot out and licked Carvel's hand. The man laughed. With his powerful hands he opened the other traps, and Baree was free. . For a few moments he lay without moving, his eyes fixed on the man. Carvel had seated himself on the snow covered end of a birch log and was filling his pipe. 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"Screw up your nerve, old chap," he encouraged. "No bones broke. Just a little stiff. Mebby we'd better--get out." He turned his face in the direction of Lac Bain. The suspicion was in his mind that McTaggart might turn back. Perhaps that same suspicion was im- pressed upén Baree, for when Carvel looked at him again he was on his feet staggering a bit as he gained his equili- brium. In another moment the outlaw had swung the pack-sack from his shoulders and was opening it. He thrust in his hand and drew out a chunk of raw, red meat. "Killed it this morning," he explain ed to Baree. "Yearling bull, tender as partridge--and that's as fine a sweet- bread as ever came out from under a backbone. Try it!" He tossed the flesh to Baree. There was no equivocation in the manner of its acceptance. Baree was famished-- and the meat was flung to him by a friend. He buried his teeth in it. His jaws crunched it. New fire leaped into his blaod as he feasted, but not fo: an instant did his reddened eyes leave the other's face. Carvel replaced his pack. He rose to his feet, took up his rifle, slipped on his snowshoes, and fronted the north. "Come on, Boy," he said. "We've got to travel." It was a matter-of-fact invitation, as though the two had been travelling companions for a long time. It was, perhaps, not only an invitation but partly a command. It puzzled Baree. For a full half-minute he stood mo- tionless in his tracks gazing at Carvel as he strode into the north. A sudden convulsive twitching shot through Ba- ree; he swung his head toward Lac Bain; he looked again at Carvel, and a whine that was scarcely more than a breath came out of his throat. The man was just about to disappear into the thick spruce. He paused, back. "Coming, Boy?" 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