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+ hei! : Sevt* 2 AN + ad. Eg A 5 ee — ¥, ~ PPT ne rt | e : ais _ lightened. dere tonight. cried out Henderson, jumping to his feet. “What news, Henri? Have you found Steene?”’ 'Scuffling in his moceasins, Dalmas was ad- -vancing at a dog-trot up the room, his volatile features trembling expressively to the tune of the words that poured from his black-mus- - tached lips, his sparkling agate eyes talking as fast as his French-Canadian tongue, his gnarled hands, wet from the beaching of his canoe, gesturing more eloquently than either eyes or tongue. “Ba gar, I’m ain’t haunt dat Great Play- green Lake for nothing,” he answered Hender- son. ‘I’m found heem at last, hidin’ lak de roared Burnham _ rabbit in de night.” “Found him? Where?” in savage delight. “On Mossy Point, de Playgreen side over dere,” informed Dalmas. ‘“Ain’t more dan two an’ wan half mile, mebbe t’ree mile over.” “On the Point, eh? Waiting to break for the Winnipeg side?” growled Henderson with the ~ bay of a bloodhound that takes the scent. “Ba oui,for sure. I’m sneak on hees camp.” “Yow many canoes has he?” asked Burn- ham. “T’ree small craft,” the head post runner en- ‘‘Dey’re too small canoes to face Lake Winnipeg wit’ de wind dat’s blowin’ He be waitin’ for de wind to go down ba mornin’.” “For that and one otber thing,” Burnham, his triumphant eyes holding Clara’s. “But go on, Henri. How many men in those - canoes?”’ “Seven men, Ojibway paddlers—eight wit’ heemself.” *“You’re sure he didn’t sight you when you found his camp?” “Mon Dieu, no. Henri Dalmas in de forest growth is lak de snake in de long green grass. He be dere in hees bivouac, ali unconscious dat we be found heem. All you got to do is go an’ surround heem.” “Then hurry up, governor, and let me handle the thing,” urged Henderson. ‘‘There’s just a chance of him shifting his position before morning.” “Ba gar, I be provide for dat,” chuckled Dalmas. “Dere’s wan beaver dam_ below hees camp. I be leave wan man hidden in dat dam an’ wan in de canoe offshore on de Playgreen side. Eef he be move ba land or water he’ll be trailed.” “Good,” lauded Burnham. “Henri, there'll be a reward for you for this night’s work. Now you can get off, Henderson, as fast as you like. Reenforce the brigade of canoes that is guarding the entrance of Gregt Playgreen Lake and move on Steene with all the rest of the canoes. Bring the Free Trader here to me. I’ll send him south on the Long Traverse with- out arms or food.” : Adventure observed — A deternfined gleam filled Clara Tray Dalmas, Barrett, Sherman, McTaggart an Corbeau from the room and she was left with | SS Burnham and her father. » ~ SB “There is no need for me to stay now, then, : is there, father?” she ventured. Bee “No, no need, Clara,’ he told her bruskly. a Agile asa fawn, and without a word to Burn- — oe ham, she was across the room and out on the veranda at Drumming Grouse’s side. The Cree bowsman had held open the door for the __ iad of men, and he closed it behind the — gir “Ah, but you must be swift now, Drumming” 2 Grouse,” she appealed impetuously. “You must reach my Free Trader on Mossy Point = before they come with their canoes, vor see must cross over the Point and run by the land © trail. a “Ae, I go,” nodded Drumming Groesee $ “The bonds of the Hudson’s Bay Company are > strong, but between you and me there are — bonds yet stronger. Godfather I have been to you since you were the size of a papoose, — Be and you I serve before all else. What is YOURS == plan?” (| eee “He must come here to Nemes House,” she whispered, amazed at her own daring “His canoes are too small to face Lake Winni- — — _ peg. We must have a large canoe, and there — i is ony one—the governor’s.’ “Ae” breathed the Cree again, his darks eyes glowing with a vivid flame, “and he will — take it.I go.” “Come down on Mossy Point opposite here,” Clara gave him the final directions. | “TI shall send you a signal to cross when all is clear. Remember, Drumming Grouse, when you hear _ the whistle of the snipe. And don’t forget i Henri Dalmas’ post runner inthe beaverdam.” = “Do not fear,” muttered Drumming Grouse.’ “He will not hear me come. The drumming — _ grouse does not always drum.” ee an. ~ He was off as he spoke, Stealing behind the = post on the opposite side from which Hender- son was hurriedly launching the brigades of canoes, creeping down to the shore-line where his own craft lay bottom up beside a clump of evergreens. Silently he slipped it into the water and, still == screened by the post, drove the craft rapidly = across toward the long point of landthat made of Great Playgreen a piece of landlocked water. Mossy Point thrust almost to the mainland = with only a narrow entrance round its tip to BE & the vast expanse of Lake Winnipeg. Sag a DRUMMING GROUSE sprang nahore 2 ees the moment he reachedit. Outofthe = = = water and into the bushes went the canoe and the Cree was off like a deer, darting a down the dark runways where only the night ae cl ‘\ CORnNICLOOOKS