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Such a taste of paradise as, in this weary old world, generally precedes trouble. “How much of this belongs to the Risky Ranch, Mrs. Rolt?” asked An- struther. “All of it as far as you can see." “None of it," corrected Jim, "except a few meadows and some water Iront an the Fraser as you can’t see.” “Well, if it isn’t yours," persisted the puzzled Anstruther, looking from one to the other, “why should not anyone run their cattle over it?” Vâ€"“fioâ€"w annoying you are, Jim. You know what I mean perfectly we1_l.’ W‘TOnly you don’t saâ€"y it, and he doesn’t know.” “They might if they did not need water or hay. These two Harrison boys are trying it now.” “What Jim means, Mr. Anstruther, is that we have corralled, oh, I beg your pardon, Kitty, secured the exclusive right to all thw water and all the hay meadows in the district, and without these the run would not be worth any- thing. Stock must have water, and in winter must sometimes have hay.” “I see, but how do you keep your cattle. I don’t see any fences.” “We don’t keep them, they keep themselves, in summer, and in win- terâ€"” she broke off abruptly, and pointed to where a number of slow- moving beasts were strung out in line of march towards the nver. “Do you see that band? Those are the first of our beasts coming in. For the next fortnight you will see {them wandering in by hundreds. They know the seasons as well or better than we do.” “Do you mean that they have been out all the summer and are coming in now of their own accord?” “Just that. In all sorts of beautiful little parks islanded in that black tim- ber; in groves shady and deep, by lime streams we have hardly seen, the): have dreamed away their summer 1 '- "stttzrbec’; and now the,v are coming horse with their calves behind them. our income.” “it seems easy. Where does the work some 111'!” Mrs. Raft turned laughingly in her saddle to Jim. “isn’t any work, is there, Jim?” Jim, who was riding in his shirt- sleeves. with his coat in a roll at the back of his saddle, looked meditative- ‘.y at his own bare corded arms. “Might be some in the meadows in ‘skeoter time.’ ” he suggested. “Rounding up the strays keeps a man in the saddle quite a while, and there’s some don’t hanker after too much branding and such like, but it’s all in a lifetime. If it is work it is better than any play I ever heard ten of. Guess if I was the boss of the Risky, I wouldn’t change places with anyone.” “That is pretty of you, Jim.” He looked at her smiling, no ways abashed. “I guess the boss agrees with me, and he knows England as well as he knows B.C., and has sampled the best there is to be had pretty nigh all over.” “Yes, but he hah his fill_ of England first, Jim, and he is older.” Her eyes followed the laughing cou- ple which preceded them, as her thoughts followed Combe’s, and the pain in his honest grey eyes was re- flected in hers. She was sorry for her old friend, and knew that it was use- less to explain. The old world had called its own, and both knew that Kitty had listened to its call. Meanwhile the others had ridden ahead, and were now holding up their hands to keep the stragglers back. The)" left their horses, and stole quiet- ly on to some tall ‘trees which fringed a small lake, a blue turquoise set in the red gold of the reeds, and islanded amongst the grey green of the sage brush. For the last fifty yards the boy and girl, they were little more, crept on their hands and knees, and when they raised their heads above the reeds there was a sudden splashing and scurry as a bunch of mallards sprang quacking from the water. In quick succession four reports followed one another, and two of the ducks tum- bled back headlong into the lake. For a moment the rest of the birds looked as if they were going straight away, but some foolish prompting of curi- osity brought them back, swinging in a circle high overhead. “Stand still, Miss Clifford,” they heard the Englishman say, “now let them have it,” and again there were four flashes. but even to the onlookers it was almost impossible to distinguish more than two reports. Again two birds came down, not all aslant on struggling Wing's, but with their heads under them, dead in mid air, killnd instantly, as if by lightging. “That’s a fine performance, Miss Clifford. Very few girls at home could beat that,” they heard Anstru- ther say. “You were too quick for “What! didn’t you shoot?” “No,” he lied gallantly. “See, my gun is loaded still, and he threw open the Lreach, showing the two cartridges which he had slipped in with the ra- pidity of an old hand almost as he spoke. “Then I killed those two myseli” “Unless they died for love of you.” “And who killed the others?” “I suppose that you did.” “Oh, nonsense; I’m not going to be- lieve that.” “Well, we’ll take one each then if I can get them. Give me your hand. please, for a moment,” and under the transparent pretext of wanting support whilst he balanced himself upon a par- tially submerged pine pole, Anstru- ther managed to retrieve his game. CHAPTER IV. of this belongs to Mrs. Rolt?” asked Perhaps ‘he held the" IIttre warm harm a trifle longer and pressed it a trifle harder than the circumstances war ranted, but the girl’s rosy face regis- tered no serious protest. “He’s a very fluent liar,” muttered Mrs. Rolt half to herself as they rode up. ”‘Bags his game very neatIY.” an swered Jim. “And she’s a little fool," said the lady viciously, but Anstruther neither heard the criticism nor the praise any mm“ than did Kitty. In their veins the young blood was beating so that their ears were deaf- ened to everything except the mea sure of one old song, which once truly learned becomes the music of a life- time. For them the scent of the sage brush, the hurry and roar of rising wings, and the blue of lonely upland lakes, would be as the keys of para- dise as long as they both should live, bringing back dreams with which (luck-shooting should have little enough to do. ' Unfortunately that song is a duet, and gives pleasure to two only, so that though the pools seemed innumerable, and the glory of the day unstinted, an end came to Jim’s loquacity. He was all eyes, but his tongue had failed him. Suddenly as Jim and the boss’s wife followed soberly behind the younger couple, an owl called from the timber which they were now skirting. The two in front had pulled up, and were waiting for Mrs. Rolt to join them. When they came alongside An. struther asked: “Did you hear that owl, Combe? Isn’t it early in the day for him to be calling? There do you hear him? He must be quite close to us.” “That ain’t no owl,” “What is it, then?” “A Chilcoten telling his pals that there are white men coming. You’ll see the smoke of their camp as soon as this umber Opens up again. I guess I’ll ride on ahead,” and so saying he put his home into a gallop. “Why is he in such a hurry?" “I expect he wants to get a glimpse of their camp before they have had time to cache anything,” replied Mrs. Rolt. “Jim is looking for things not mentioned in the game list. But when the three reached the In- dian camp they found Jim Combe sit. ting loosely in his saddle, the bridle thrown carelessly on his horse’s neck. talking with the utmost good temper to a grey-haired old mummy, as if he were enjoying a gossip in his native tongue. “éays that the tribe is hungry, thaa ‘ the wolves have grown numerous, and the deer all gone back away off, ” said he as the others came up, mimicking the old woman ’s manner. “Seems like it, doesn’t it?” and he pointed to a great square stack of fresh hides. “There’s another stack just back of that, under those trees. They must have killed forty or fifty deer. How many suns have you been hunting?” he asked, turning again to the squaw. “Ten suns,” showing the number on her bent claws. “And how many men stop here?" “My son, his fader, and two more.” “Who is your son? What you call him ? “Kineeshaw,” whined the old hag in a curious sing-song. “Oh! Cultus Jack, eh?” “Nawitka, white man’s name Cultus Jack.” “Then his father is Khelowna. You Khelowna’s wife, Emma?" "Nawitka, me Emma.” “You don‘t mean to say that awful old woman is the chief’s wife,” Whis- pered Mrs. Rolt. “Yes. She's the princess. Nice prin- cess, isn’t she? Well, we’re going to camp here e, Emma} Anstruth’er smiied at Kitty. Combe’s seemed a somewhat informal manner of addressing a princess. “Not muéh Wood," grumbled the crone. - “Oh, the wood’s all right. It’s a warm night and we shan’t want much.” “Watei very bad, makes men sick. ” “That is “11) you have camped by it. All right, old Loveliness. I’m on to Your curVes Doesn’t seem to hanker much after our society, does she, Mrs Rolt?” he said laughingly, as he took the horses. and led them away. Returning in a little while. his axe ChODped out the roots at which An- struther had been vainly tugging. out down a dozen trees and stripped them whilst he whistled, so 'that the beds were heaped high with sweet-smelling hemlock; the fly was tightened and set firmly between its guy, and the fire made to leap and glow like a merry heart in the gloom. It is not a bad thing for other people to have one man amongst them who knows how to help himself. And now as the afternoon waned, an Indian appeared dragging the first deer into camp. In the course of the next hour he and four others returned at one time, bringing with them seven deer in all, enough meat to last them with ordi- nary care for__a_m9nt_h or six weeks. “I wonder if it is too dark to take a photograph, ” asked Anstruther, who had grown tired of doing nothing. “Just think what a ripping picture all those solemn-looking beggars would make, squatting by the fire, with the princess grubbing _ in_ the ashes. “It’s much too dark, and, besides I don’t think that they would like it ” replied Mrs. Rolt. “Like it. It can’t hurt them. They ought to feel flattered that any one cares to preserve their awful faces,” and so saying, he strolled nonchalantly over to-theneighbqring camp. “I wish he {would Hot (16 -it,” tered Mrs_. Rolt, undecidedly. “Oh, what nonsense,.Maf‘};,” the 211:]. “you really are too. 9” THE DURHAM CHRONICLE ry,” replied 0 abSurd t0 , about those Indians. I've photograpnâ€" ed them before and they did not mind a bit, but he will come back if you call him.” Unfortunately, Mrs. Rolt wa and neglected her Opportunity. A nnéwun‘fh gr vered With perfect assurar strolled up to the four who glowered at him 9. did not move a muscle. “Nice evening,” he said, "Isn't It. 1 don’t happen to speak your lingo but hope I see iron w'ell. Ever had your pictures taken ?” Still the four remained motionless. “Not in a conversational mood, eh? Well, perhaps that is better. Mustn't talk whilst the operation is being per- formed. Put your head a little on one side, sir. No savvy, eh! Well, think )f ’er, old chappie,” and he pointed to Emma with a grin, and kneeling down adjusted his camera, aiming it right nto the faces of the silent group. hilt: AAU ~v--v “Whoop! ' Gone to ground," he 3houted with a laugh, and the four, rising with a growl, turned their backs won him. For a moment he was nonplussed, but the devil of island insolence had )ossession of him, and he knew that Kitty was watching him. Still on his knees he reached for a long stick from the fire, and bending forward, tossed it so the hot end of it fell upon the nearest Indian‘s bare toot. uvv-I-v-v' 7 Quick as thought the Chilcoten turned, and for a moment the women drew their breath and feared for what was to come. but the camera clicked and the fire still divided the aggressor from his victim. â€"v___ -_7__ “Got you, my beauty," said the un- conscious artist,” with quite your most engaging smile on,” and utterly care- less of the dumb wrath in the man’s eyes, he put his camera into its case, and walked back, laughing, to his friends. Mrs. Rolt and Jim, who had returned too late to interfere, did not join in his laugh, but the sullen faces of the out- raged four, and the sight of Emma, the beautiful, peeping out to see if all was safe again, were too much for Kitty, who laughed till the tears ran down her cheeks. LALV L515 Auwyw v- vâ€"' ~__-__ ' _ “As he did so Emma disappeared nto the tent. “Oh, surely, Mrs. Rolt,” protested Anstruther, between his peals of laughter, “there is nothing to look so serious about. One would think that you had been photographed. I didn’t hurt the sulky brutes, and if they didn’t like being photographed, what matter. You aren’t afraid of Indians in this country, are you?” w“No, but We don’t want enemies. At any rate, for goodness’ sake, stop laughing. You can see how they hate it ’7 It is a curious trait of the Indians, at any rate of the Far West, that they themselves seldom or never laugh. whilst the merest hint that you are laughing even in the mildest way at them, puts their backs up immediately. Like the vast plains and dumb for- ests through which they roam, they are by nature sombre, and a laugh is as much of an outrage to them as a thrush’s song would be to the forest silence. If Anstruther had not been young and reckless, and the ladies accustom- ed for years to look upon all Indians as inoffensive, there would have been but little sleep in the white peOple’s camp that night. Th Indians did not sleep. Through all that long night the hun~ ters of the Chilcotens sat round their fire, smoking and muttering among themselves, casting now and again evil glances toward the spot where the white people lay. Constant contact with men, armed with weapons of precision, has taken the courage out of the grizzly; it has had the same effect upon a tribe which is naturally one of the boldest and fiercest in Western Canada, but the instincts of the savage remain, and anyone with half an eye would have recognized that dull glow in the forest gloom as a storm centre. An hour or two passed by, the night deepened, the drone of growling voices went on and then a figure detached itself from the gloom and slipped with- out a sound into the firelit circle. Just then Jim Combe stirred in his sleep, and throwing one arm restlessly from his blankets, turning over on his side towards the Indian’s fire, mutter- ing in his sleep. The bushes which seemed to have crept nearer to the fire listening, until their black leaves were tipped with red light, swallowed him up and for a full minute the droning ceased. :As he did so: the figure glided back into the shadows. The silence which followed was more ominous even than that incessant mut- tering. The intent scrutiny of those watching eyes made itself felt. At last the chief spoke. “The white dog dreams in his sleep.” he said, f‘but his eyes are shut,” and at once the figure returned and took its place in the muttering circle. Good hunter as Khelowna was, he made a mistake. His forest training should have taught him that the hunted feign often. If he had remembered that, Jim Combe might not have recognized in the fifth figure Davies’ murderer, an Indian who had been wanted by the police for me last three years. As it was, Jim Combe knew what kind of a gang was travelling the Riskya'un that fall, and the hand which was beneath the blankets closed quietly round the lock of his Winchester. But he did not stir in his place. He wanted that man’s life as every cow- boy in the district did, Who had ever heard of poor old “Lofty” Hart, shot through his cabin Window as he read his home letters by lamplight, but he was not prepared to risk the safety of the women for the chance of taking a murderer. Just before the grey Of dawn came into the sky, he saw Khelowna hand something to his ViSitOI‘, Who put it into his shirt front and rising stole away. So he lay still and watched, his whole body crying out for sleep and his half_ closed lids heavy as lead. One of the dogs, which had lain all night just inside the edge of the fire- light, rose and attempted to follow him. It was his own dog probably, for though it cowered at the chief’s low growl, it took no other notice of his command. Stealthily one of the younger bucks, reached for a billet of wood. and hurled it with 80 sure' an :u “‘4‘ Vrrvâ€" _ :‘ect assurance Afistruther to the four sullen figures ed at him as he came, but CHAPTER V. 7?“fi.;'gm, “isn’t it. 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