Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 27, Indianapolis, Marion County, 12 June 1923 — Page 8

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BEGIN HERE TODAY BEN DARBY, a prisoner, is declared to be a victim of amnesia by a noted alienist, and is paroled to an old friend, EZRA MELVILLE. Together they started on a trip to the Yuga River, where Ezra goes to take possession of a rich claim left by his brother. HIRAM MELVILLE, who recently had died. Ben is to have a partnership and anew lease of life. At Seattle lives JEFFERY NEILSON .and his two partners. Ray Brent Sind CHAN HEMINWAY. Neilson. leader of the notorious gang, has a beautiful (laughter, Beatrice, with whom Brent is in love. She detests him. Brent complains to Neilson and her father promises to aid him in his suit. Neilson hears of the rich pocket discovered by Hiram Melville and plans with his confederates to steal the claim befo-e Ezra can arrive. When Ben and Ezra reach the north woods Ben sudde lly regains his memory. Knowledge of his past life returns. They meet a friendly stranger who directs them. GO ON WITH THE STORY Goin’ to Snowy Gulch.” S “It's only five miles up ■*“ this road,,” the stranger ventured. “I’m goin’ up to Saltsville way myself, but I won’t have no river to tow me. I've got to do my own paddlin’. Thank the Lord I’m only goin’ a small part of the way.” “You ain’t goin’ to swum, are you? "Where's your boat?” “My pard’s got an old craft and he and I are goin’ to pack it out next trip.” The stranger paused, blinking his eyes. “Say, partner, you don't want to sell your boat, do you?” Ezra stated his figure, and Ben was prone to believe that he had adopted a highwayman for a buddy. The amount named was nearly twice that which they had paid. And to his vast amazement the stranger accepted the offer in his next breath.

THEY SAID THEIR SIMPLE GOOD-BYS. SHAKING HANDS OVER A PILE OF STORES. “So you don’t know any folks in Snowy Gulch, then?” the stranger had asked politely. ‘ But you'll get acquainted soon enough—” “I’ve got a letter to a feller named Moms,” Ezra replied. “And I’ve heard of one or two more men. too— Jeffery Neilson was one of ’em —” “You’ll find Morris in town, all right,” the stranger ventured to assure him. “He lives right next to Neilson’s. And —say —what do you know about this man Neilson?” “Oh. nothin’ at all. Why 9” “If you fellow is prospectin', Jeffery Xeilson is a first-class man to stay away from—-Ray Brent and Chan Heminway. But they’re out of town right now. They skinned out all in a bunch a few weeks ago—and I can’t tell you what kind of a scent they got.” Ezra felt cold to the marrow of his bones. He glanced covertly at Ben: fortunately his partner was busy among the supplies and was not listening to this conversation. “You don't know where they went, do you?" he asked. “Not exactly. They took up this creek here a ways, through Spruce Pass, and over to Yuga River—the country that kind of a crazy old chap named Hiram Melville, who died here

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a few weeks ago, has always pros pected.” The stranger marveled that his old listener should have suddenly gone quite pale. Ezra had only a moment's fur ther conversation with his new friend. He put two or three questions—in a rather curious, hushed voice—and got his answer. “What have you and your poor victim been talking about, all this time?” Ben asked. “Oh, just a gab-fest—a tat-i-tat as you’d call it. But you know, Ben, I’ve got a idea all a-sudden.” Ben | straightened, lighted his pipe, and pre pared to listen. “This old boy tells ■ me that we'd save just twelve miles i by striking off from here, instead of goin’ into town. Snowy Gulch is six miles, and we have to come back to this very place. What's the use of goin’ into town at all?” “Good heavens, Ez? Have you forgotten we’ve got to get supplies? And your brother’s gun—and his dog?” “Yes, I know —one of us has. But, Ben, it seems to me that one of us ought to strike off now and figure out the way and sort of get located.” “Oh, it would be all right,” Ben began rather doubtfully. "I don't see that much is to be gained by it. But I'll strike off on foot, if you want me to.” Ezra's mind was flashing with thoughts like lightning, and his answer was ready. “Ben, if you don't mind. I'll do that,” he said. ' “But you’d get a ride, if you waited —" “I hate a horse, anyway—” “You’ve surely changed a lot since the war." “I was thrown off not leng ago—and have been leery of the dum things ever since.” Ezra was wholly deliberate. He knew what awaited him on arrival at his brother's claim. Jeffery Neilson and his gang had assembled there, had already jumped the claim just as his brother had warned him that they would do: and cooliy and quietly he had resolved to face them alorte. He made his pack—a few simple provisions wrapped in his blanket —• and a knife and camp ax swung on his belt. He took his trusted pipe—because he knew well that he could never acquit himself creditably in a fight without a few lungfuls of tobacco smoke first—and he also took his rifle. “You keep this copy of the letter.” He handed Ben the copy he had made of Hiram's will. “I’m the worst hand for losin’ thing# you ever seen.” They said their simple good-bys, shaking hands over a pile of stores “I’ve only Igot one decent place to keep things safe.” Ezra confided, “and that ain't so all-fired decent, either. When I get any papers that are extra precious. T always stick 'em down the leg of these high old boots, between the sock and the leather. Em it's too much work to take the boot off now. so you keep the letter.” “I suppose you've got a million-dol-lar bank note hidden down there now,” Ben remarked. "No. not a cent. Just the same, if ever I get shuffled off all of a sudden I want you to look there mighty careful. There may be a document or two of importance." “I won’t forget,” Ben promised. CHAPTER V Taming the Wolf On. arriving in Snowy Gulch, Ben’s first efforts were to inquirer in regard to horses. Both pack and saddle animals, he learned, were to be hired of Sandy McClurg, owner of the general store and leading citizen: and at once he made his way to confer with him. "Most of my mustangs are rented out.” the merchant informed him. “but if you can get along with three, I guess I can fix you up. You can paefe two of ’em. and ride the third .” “Good enough." Ben agreed. “And after I once get in I’d like to turn back two of them, and maybe all three —to save the hire and the bother of taking care of them. “Just a little faster than a dog. Horses don’t much care to grub their food out of them spruce forests. Where are you heading, if the question’s fair?” “Through Spruce Bass and down into the Yuga River.” “Prospecting, eh? There’s been quite a movement down that way lately. By starting early you can make it through in a day. And you said your name was—” “Darby. Ben Darby.” The merchant opened" his eyes. “Not the Ben Darby that took all the prizes at the meet at Lodge Pole—” Ben’s rugged face lit with the brilliancy of his smile. “The same Darby,” he admitted. “And when did you say you was going?” “First thing tomorrow." “Well, you’re pretty likely to have companionship on the road, too.” "I’m glad of It, if he isn’t a tenderfoot. That must be a pretty thickly settled region—-where I'm heading.” “On the contrary, there’s only three human beings in the whole district. These three are some men who went up that way prospecting some time ago. and this other party will make four.” “Ail right—l’ll be here before dawn tomorrow and get the horses. And now will you tell me—where Steve Morris lives? “Right up the street—clear to the end of the row." McClurg’s humor had quite engulfed him by now. and he chuckled again. “And if I was you. I'd stop in the door just this side —and get acquainted with your fellow travelers.” “What’s his name?" 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motionless, frozen m odd, fixed attitudes, by a shrill scream for help that penetrated like a bullet the thin walls of the house. The sound was in the range between a growl and a bay, instantly identifying itself as the utterance of an animal, lather than a human being. Ben's first thought was of some normous, vicious dog. and yet his vvood's sense told him that the utterance was not that of a dog. He heard it even as he leaped

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t hrough the door in answer to the scream for aid. His muscles gathered with that mysterious power that had always sustained him in his moments of crisis. He took the steps in < ne leap, Morris immediately behind him. “Fenris is loose,” he heard the man say. “He’ll kill someone He raced about the house; and at cnce the scene, in every vivid detail, was revealed to him. Pressed back against the wall of a little woodshed

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