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TH Eo HeAveE E Y BU Reb AN The Portage Murder, By Leslie McFarlane Page 2 a THE HAILEYBURIAN| about the claims we staked?" demanded Martin. "How do you know they're rich?" '"T know." "Tt was the Indian. That's how you found out. He drifted into our camp while we were staking} the claims and we were afraid he| Issued every Thursday from The Haileyburian Office, Broadway St., Haileybury SUBSCRIPTION RATES In Canada--$2.00 per year in advance. Chapter VIII jing wildly. ; l In U.S.--$2.50 per year in advance The Knife | A terrific kick caught Blake on}would get wise to what we had -- Oo 'the side of the jaw. He tumbled!found, so we sent him south. Leishman & Sutherland, Publishers g =a : 2 You dug the information out of him, eh?" "No matter how f got the in- formation. What are you going to do?" The breed scrambled to He'his feet, stepped back, recovered wanted an excuse to go backl his balance. Blake crouched, his lfingers touching the ground. | They faced each other. The half- Blake had not left his revolver! back. in the canoe by accident. Another Year Passing alone. As they came up from the land- Once again the festive season of Christmas is about over and|ing he had seen the dark shape of breed leaped in. Blake straight- "Tt was the Indian," said Ar- | : " the year draws to an end. It has}another canoe, drawn up among|ened up. His arm shot out. thur. He came to me at the ; the bushes on the, bank. It in-| The blow caught Tom Beaver|railway and told me you had sent not been a year of plain sailing. ; ' There have been grave difficulties| terested him, as he had not seen| flush on the point of the jaw met with in all communities and|it on his first visit to Levert's| while his knife was still raised in there are many people who have| place, and he sought a chance to|mid-air. He tottered, stumbled him out to get me, and that I was to go down river and you'd meet me." suffered badly, through no fault of their own. However, there appears to be a definite feeling that better times are coming, and this will go a long way toward overcoming the gloom that the depression has cast. In our own community things It is be- suffered might have been worse. lieved that no one has through the lack of at least necessities of life and, while great many have been forced to go without much of their accus- tomed luxury, there has been no actual want. This condition not the most satisfactory, but it is the condition of many commu- nities and it will take time to remedy For the coming year little can be held in the way of hope for early improvement, but one may be justified in saying that before 1933 is ended there will be a change gradually, and no one need expect anything in the nature of boom days, but it will come surely. There will be better times, just as every other depression has been followed by a period of prosper- ity, and with this belief firmly fixed in our mind, we extend to every one of our readers our best wishes for a "Happy New Year." a 1S NEW YEAR'S DAY Eternal Time, the margined space, Another year has run its race-- A reflex of the fight; The ornate hues that fleck the bloom, Reveal the shadow of its doom, Like flotsam of the night. The annual start that marks the span, To decorate the mind of man,-- That once was blunt and crude; Utopian ties the miraged view, But 'neath the velvet pleasant dew, Lies wealth of gratitude. The milestones that recount the past, Direct the route on which is cast,-- Another year of hope; With time the onward march swings on A tribute to the past that's gone, With bigger tasks to cope. The cosmic star blaze out its trail, The mountains tower beyond the vale, The universe serene; Yet mankind irksome in his sway, Looks forward ever to the day To hold and be supreme Aye, New Year's Day, symbol of Hope, Strengthen the hands the feeble grope. To conquor, love, obey; Forbid the ruthless stroke of Fate, Shall displace Love for one of Hate, Revere the golden day! W. McGuire Haileybury in 1925 Items from the Files of The Haileyburian of Seven Years Ago Four fire alarms in five days, after the brigade going without a call for four months, was the re- sult of the recent cold snap. At the end of the year the Banque Canadien Nationale here will be closed and the business turned over to the Royal Bank. The curling season here was officialy opened on Christmas Day, with the ice in fine shape and plenty of players on hand for the first games. Roads have been marked out across the lake and the covered stages are now making their regular trips between Hailey- bury and the Quebec side. The Christmas fund for the Children's Shelter reached the total of $157.65. A fine additions to the equip- ment of the Boy Scouts was 'made through the generosity of ~ Lorne Howey, in the form of a punching bag. the | It will no doubt come} examine it at close quarters. When he had recovered his revolver, Blake went up the bank until he reached the partly hidden craft, and drew a_ small flash-} light from his pocket. Its beam revealed a red canoe, light and well-made, evidently | freshly painted. He bent down, |examined the bow and the sides, and he uttered a short exclama- tion as he found what he had ex- cted. On the left hand of the bow was a wide abrasion, a scrape that had marred the fresh new surface. Ootherwise the canoe was undamaged. Blake straightened up an d switched out the flashlight. Then he took shells from his pocket Jand reloaded the revolver. He turned, and was just about lto retrace his steps to the path | pe side # when a dark figure seemed to rise out of the earth before him. | Recognition flashed upon him even as the figure slipped toward |him as silently as a ghost. This was Tom Beaver, the halfbreed, and he advanced with the silent tread of a cat. u "What do Blake, gripping readiness. "Want to speak wit' you," said the breed. "I'd like to speak with you. I've got some questions to ask you. When was this canoe paint- ed?" Tom Beaver came closer. "Yesterday." "Who owns it?" "Levert." "When did he use it last?" "Not for t'ree, four days. put it here to dry." ; "It's been used since it said in want?" revolver you his We was -| painted." Suddenly the breed's lank arm shot out. The attack was so abrupt, so swiftly launched with- out warning, that Blake was caught off guard. His right wrist was seized in a grip of iron. An agonizing wrench and the revol- ver Spun out of his hand before his finger could reach the trigger. The weapon thudded into the bushes. At the same time, Tom ver's right arm went up. caught the flash of a knife. He stepped back and dodged just as the knife came swinging down. It missed his body, rip- ped through the cloth of his shirt, but Tom Beaver relaxed his grip on Blake's wrist and the sergeant struggled free. He swung with his right, catching the breed be- neath the ear as he lurched past with the momentum of the knife- thrust. Blake was_not set for the blow, however, and it only staggered the other man. Tom Beaver re- covered his balance in a moment, crouched and came in again. Blake eyed the knife, stepped back again just as the breed's arm rose. He leaped aside as the fellow plunged at him, then sprung in, fists swinging. One blow sent Beaver's head back with a jerk, another thudded in- to his ribs. The knife swung viciously and Blake leaped back again. He saw that he was gradually being forced toward the edge of the steep bank. The bashes to his right were so heavy that he did not dare circle in that direc- tion for fear of being tripped by the stubborn thickets. There was open ground to his left but the bank sheered in at that point and the halfbreed barred the way. Tom Beaver realized that he held the adavntage. Even if his knife-thrusts failed of the mark, he could still force Blake back. The breed crouched in the gloom, feinted suddenly, and lashed out as Blake dodged. Tom Beaver darted forward. Blake fell flat on the ground. His hands went out. He seized the plunging breed by the ankle, wrenched him off his feet. They rolled over and over in the grass. The knife stabbed through the gloom once, twice, and each time Blake evaded the thrusts, for the breed was swing- Bea- Blake |night silence. back, his hands clutched wildly at the air as the knife fell from his grasp, and then he reeled back over the edge of the bank. A wild, terrified cry cut the It was followedby a tremendous splash. 3reathing heavily, Blake strode forward and looked over the edge into the black water twelve feet below. He could see nothing, heard nothing. for some time but there was not a sound. Then he turned and went back toward the canoe. He snapped on the flashlight and found his revolver again. Then he turned the cabin. If that last yell of terror had been heard by the men in_ the cabin they had not bothered to investigate. This circumstance puzzled Blake. They must have heard Tom Beaver's shout as he plunged over the bank. But the door did not open. No one ap- peared. Blake advanced cautiously. There was something wrong. He sensed it. And, instead of going directly to the cabin door, he slipped around to the side of the little building, moving silently in the lush, damp grass, and made his way toward the window. He could hear Levert's voice. Blake crouched beneath the win- dow, then slowly raised himself so that his eyes were above the sill. He first saw Levert, standing just a few feet away, his back to the window. Beyond the trader, on the other side of the cabin, back toward stood young Arthur Page, his arms raised. A little distan®e away stood the older brother, Martin. Levert was armed with a rifle. It was levelled directly at Arthur. "You heard that shout, eh?" Levert was saying. "You know what it means. It means that Tom Beaver has finished with that Mounty. When you show- ed me that revolver of Toby Greer's, | knew what happened, understand? Then I knew that this man Blake lied when he said he was only bluffing Sarra- zin in saying that he was from the police. He is better out of the way. He only makes trouble for all of us." "You rat!" snarled Martin. "And what do you want?" "You know what I want. You are coming back North with me and we will stake those claims again--fifty-fifty. You take half and I take half." "And when we get to town I'll tell the whole story and you'll be flung into jail." "No," said Levert, softly, "you will not do that. Right here, you will write and sign a paper that you killed this man Blake. And it will be witnessed by your bro- ther. When we get back to town and record those claims, you will keep quiet, because I will have that apper and if you say any- thing to the police about me I will show it to them and say I SAW you kill Blake. I will say you killed him because you had killed Sarrazin and he tried to arrest you. How about that? There was a heavy silence. "And what if I don't take you! up North to the claims?" de- manded Martin. "You will promise, now. If you do not----, " Levert gestur- ed meaningly toward the young man against the wall. "You'll shoot him?" "T do not want to- shoot him. But maybe it will be necessary to make you sensible." "To blazes with him, Mart!" said the younger man. "Let him go ahead and shoot." "And after that," went on Le- vert, "I shall get Tom Beaver to talk with you for a while, and maybe afterward you will think it best to do as I say." "Torture, eh? I know what that darn halfbreed will do." "Then, if you know," said Le- vert, "I think you will be sensible now." He waited there, "We wanted to send you on so you could stake some of the. land for yourself." "The Indian said he had got drunk on the way out and that he had told Sarrazin about the find. That's how I knew you were held at Sarrazin's camp. When the Indian found what Sarrazin had done he got frightened and came out to tell me." "Never mind all that," growled Levert. "You better start writ- ing that paper." Martin looked at the rifle, and then at his brother. "I won't sign any confession to a murder I never committed. "No?" said Levert. I give you three minutes. If you are not sensible by then your brother will be shot. After that, Tom Beaver will make you tell me where to find those claims." "And when you've found them" declared Page, bitterly, "you'll get rid of me." "Better to be alive and have half the claims than to be dead and have none at all." Blake slowly raised the revol- ver. He covered the trader. He had to be careful, for Levert's rifle was still levelled at the man against the wall. Blake tapped sharply on the glass with the barrel of the wea- pon. Levert turned halfway around, startled. Then he _ recollected himself and swung his rifle back so that Page was still covered. "What's that?" he demanded. "You're covered, Levert!" said Blake. "Drop your rifle on the floor. Put up your hands. Quek!" For a moment Levert did not move. 'Then he lowered the rifle, bent as though to place it on the floor. Suddenly he sprang toward the wall, out of range of the window. In the same instant Blake fired, but he knew he had missed. He saw Levert's rifle swinging to- ward him. He fired again through the. shattered glass and ducked out of sight. The rifle spoke. tled overhead. Then the hollow, explosive crash of a revolver echoed in the narrow confines of the cabin. It was followed by a thud ofa falling body. "Get his rifle, Mart!" he heard Arthur shouting. ~""Grab that gun!" A heavy footfall. Then tin's voice: "There's no He's dead." Blake ran around to the front of the cabin. He flung open the door. Sprawled on the floor beneath the window was Levert, the trader, his rifle still clutched in his lifeless hands. Martin was bending over him. On the oppo- site side of the cabin stood Ar- thur, with Toby Greer's revovler. At that instant Blake heard a sound from the landing -- the unmistakable rattle of a chain, the clatter of a paddle. He wheel- ed about and ran down the path. (To be continued) A bullet whis- Mar- need. 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