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(Continued From Our Fast Issue) me about it,” he said at I last, casually. ‘‘l was think- “*■ ing of making a boat and going down on a prospecting trip.” “I’ll tell you about it, and then I think you’ll change your mind. The first cataract is the one just above where we first saw the river—coming In; then there’s this mile of quiet water. From that point on the Yuga flows Into a gorge. The walls are just about straight up on each side, and of course are absolutely impassable. For nearly two hundred miles the river is considered impassable for boats. Two hundred and fifty miles or so below there is an Indian village—but they never try to go down the river from here. “And after you’ve once got into the rapids, there’s no getting out—or landing?” “Os course not. I suppose there are places where you might get on the bank, but the gorge above Is. impassable.” “You couldn't follow the river down —with horses?” "Yes, in time. Os course it would be slow going, as there are no trails, the brush is heavy, and the country is absolutely unexplored. If any criminal—cr any one like that— could take down this river in a canoe In high water —and get through into that great, virgin, trackless country’ a hundred miles below, it would be almost impossible to get him out.” “"And 'w‘lfK~ gotfcFitmßu&Tfes, 'able *t’o hold off and kill a dozen?” Ben’s hands shook, and he locked them behind him. ’’They call that country—what?” '••‘Back there,’' That’s all I’ve ever heard it called—‘Back There.’ ” ”1 must be going now,” the girl said, "My father pretty near goes crazy when I stay away too long.”

"ITS MY LAST WARNING. TURN QUICK. l)R ICL Fflii. citrl SAID. Mis mlrfd ‘seemed to leap and gather her- words, ■ She - was.the- joy and the pride of the old man’s life. And Ray Brent, the stronger of Netlson’s |wo subordinates, loved her too, i " - r “To strike, at them Indirectly—through some One they love—” such had been bis greatest wisji. - “Goodby,” - the girt ' was . saying. "I’ll see yoa soon—" . , He turned toward her. a smile at his lips. His voice held steady when he spoke. “It’ll have to he : soon,' if at all." he replied. “Fve got to. really get to work In a Lev days. ; How about a

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little picnic tomorrow —on the other side of the river?” The tirl’s eyes shone, and the color rose again in her tanned cheeks. “I'd think that would be very nice,” she told him. “Then I'll meet you here—at eight” CHAPTER IX The Wolf Man’s Strategy Alone by the fire Ben had opportunity to balance one thing with another- and think out the full consequences of his plan. In the still hour of midnight he carried the equipment down to the canoe that Beatrice had left the evening before. Then he drew from his pocket a sheet of paper and wrote carefully, a long time, with a pencil. Folding his letter carefully, he sealed it with tallow. Then, wrapping one of his blankets about him, he prepared to wait for the dawn. Just before eight he saw her come. .Her voice rang clear and sweet through the hushed depths as she called a greeting. “Go back and get your heavy- coat.” he commanded. "I've already been out on the water, and it'll freeze vou stiff.” She smiled into his eyes, but she came of a breed of women that had learned obedience to men. and she immediately turned. But Ben had builded better than he thought. His eyes were no longer on her radiant face. They had dropped to the pistol, in ■its • holster, that she carried in her hands, preparatory- to strapping It about her waist. This pistol and a small package, the contents of which he did not know, were the only equipment she had. She laid down the things and in a moment the thickets had hidden her. Swiftly Ben reached for the gun, and for a few speeding seconds his fingers worked at its mechanism. “For goodness sake, Mr. Darby.” the girl cried. "What have you got in this boat?” She pointed to the pile of supplies, covered by the blankets, in the center of the craft. “It looks like we had enough to stay a month, doesn't it?” he laughed. “There’s blankets there, of course—to make us comfortable —and the lunch, and a pillow or two.” The girl’s eyes fell with some apprehension on the shaggy wolf. "I haven't established very friendly relation with Fenrls—” “I’d leave him at home, but he won’t stand for it. Lie down, old boy.” Ken motioned. and Fenris sprawled at his feet. “Now, come here -and - pet him. Miss NeiJson.” “He understands." Ben explained. "He realizes that I’ve accepted you. and you're all right. You've not forgotten anything?” he asked casually. | “Nothing I can think of." “Got plenty of extra shells?” “Part of a box. It's a small caliber automatic, you see, and a box holds fifty.” “Ben's ton- - * indieat“d deep interest. “May I see 'em a minute? I think I had a gun like it once Not the gun—just the box of shells.” Presently started to push off “You’re not taking the other paddie?” the girl asked curiously. ‘No. I don’t believe in letting young ladies work when I take on an. outing. You are Just to sit in the bow and enjoy yourself Just one moment more he hesitated. From his pocket he drew a piece of paper. This he Inserted into a little crack in the blada of the second paddle.

"Just a little note for your father.” he explained, "to tell him where we are. In case he worries about you.” "That's very considerate of you “ the girl answered in a thoughtful voice. After the manner of backwoods fathers. Jeffery -Wilson had offered no objections to his daughters allday excursion with Ben. When he heard his daughter's voice on the canoe landing, 100 yards below, he. was inordinately startled. She had not told him that their picnic would take them on to the water. He turned toward the door, instinctively alarmed; then hesitated After ajl, he could not tell her to come back. Beatrice would be mortified; and besides, there was nothing defl'rite to fear. Tet what, in reality, did he know of Ben Dafby? All at once a baffling apprehension crept like a chill through his frame: He could hot laugh it away ft; laid held of him, refusing to be dispelled Once more the man started for the dcor. . When he reached; the landing the canoe was already near the opposite shore, heading swiftly downstream. “Come back;” Wilson called again. "I order you—” Then his eye fell to the landing on which he discerned the white paper. He bent for it with eager hand. His eyes leaped over the bold writing on the exterior. "To Ezra Melville's murderers,” Ben had written. And with that reading Jeffery Xeilson knew a terror beyond any experienced in his life. His hand ripped apart the scaled fold, and he held the sheet before his eyes. Tp Wilson and His Gang: . When you get this, Beatrice will be on her way to Back There—either there or on her way to hell. Ezra Melville was my pard. A letter leaving his claim to me is In my pocket, and I alone know where Hiram's will Is. leaving it to Ezram. Your title will never stand as long as those papers aren't destroyed. If you don’t care enough about saving your daughter from me, at least you’ll want those letters. Come and get them. I’ll be waiting for you. BEX DARBY. As the truth flashed home, Neilson’s first thought was of his rifle. One well-aimed bullet over the water, shooting with all his old-time skill, might yet hurl the avenger to his death in the moment of his triumph. And he cursed himself when his empty hands showed him that he had left his rifle in his cabin. His pistol, however, was at his belt, and his hand reached for it. His steady finger pressed hack against 'he trigger. The first shot fell far short. He lifted the gun higher and shot again. Again he shot low. But the third bullet fell just a few feet on the near side of the canoe. Once more he fired, hut wie boat

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was farther distant, now, and the bullet went wild. The pistol was empty. He turned back to his cabin for his rifle. CHAPTER X The Stream of Death "Wed better keep oh going to our~ landing place,” Ben advised. "There's no place to land above it —I went all over the shore ' this morning. That will give him time to cool down. 1 only want to get around this curve

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before he comes with his rifle.” “Turn into the shore,” she told him. iyklf-whispering. "You still have 5 time to steer into shore. 11l jump-, overboard if you don’t.” lLe„ shook his head. "Don't jump overboard, Beatrice," he answered. "It isn't my purpose to kill you—and to jump over Into this stream only means to die.” . . The girl knew he spoke the truth. "What do you mean to do?”_ j jb,e.

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asked. "It's just a little debt I owe your father—and his gang,” Ben explained. "I'll tell you some time, in the days to come. It was a debt of blood—” The girl's dark eyes charged with red fire. “And you. a coward, take your payment on a woman. Turn the canoe into the bank.” ‘‘You’re safe with me—the daughter, of Jeff, Xeilson can't ever be any-

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thing but safe with me—as far as the thing you fear is concerned. I’m simply paying an honest debt, and you're the unfortunate agent.” "You've still got time to turn back.” the girl answered him, seemingly without feeling. “Glide into shore, and we’ll try to catch an overhanging limb. It’s my last warning.” Ben shook his head. The girl's white hand flashed to her side, then rose sure and steady, holding her

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pistol. “Turn quick, or 111 fire,” she said. (Continued in Our Next Issue) To Develop Planner House Mrs. Ed Jackson has been elected president of the Flanner House board for the ensuing year. A colored community center Is operated. Others elected: Dr. H. L. Hummons, vice president, Mrs. W. C. Smith, secretary, and

FRIDAY, JUNE 15,1923

-By ALLMAN

—By AL POSEN

U. Z. Wiley, treasurer. A five-year <&- velopment plan was agreed on. g Religious Attitude Urged ™ Loyalty to the fundamental idstls of patriotism, and love of God and country were urged by the Rev. Albert V. Decry, m addressing graduates at commencement exercises at St. Anthony’s school Thursday night. Without religion there can be no education worthy of Its name. Father Deary aald.