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By THEODORE GOODRIDGE ROBERTS Author of ‘‘ Where All Trails End,’’ ‘‘ Sea Change,”’ etc. CHAPTER XIII. RUNNERS OF THE WOODS. get-away and reached safety and pro- tection without accident but for the tender age and lack of suitable clothing of his companion. He had planned cunningly and well. He deserved complete success. The two bottles of gin had been a happy inspiration. They worked like a charm. The return of the rifle after extracting the bolt therefrom, and the mention of a ten dollar bill, and the theft of the ammunition, had all served toward distracting and delay- ing Pete Woodhall. Everything had worked in Gabe’s favor— even the unintentional dropping of the shel which had brought to the pursuer’s attentior G=« LOON would have made a clean the fact that the bolt was gone from the rifle; for the blind rage which had followed the discovery of that fact had delayed the chase considerably. The old Indian de- served to wif, but the extreme youth and unseasonable wardrobe of his companion were against him, Gabe and the child did not travel a straight line after leaving Pete Woodhall. They moved hand in hand for a time, and stepped on no more snow than was abso- lutely unavoidable. But it was not long be- fore Gabe became aware of the little boy’s tears. : Jacob was crying with the cold. He had no mittens, his stockings were thin and the icy wind played the mischief under the loose draped blanket. So they halted to do a job of temporary tailoring. This story began in the Argosy-Alistory Weekly for April 5. 760 Eomichbooks (S) im