Walkerton Independent, Volume 61, Number 50, Walkerton, St. Joseph County, 7 May 1936 — Page 2

FLAME IN THE FOREST By HAROLD TITUS Copyright by Harold Titus. Illustrations by Irwin Myers WNU Service. 5

CHAPTER IX—Continued He was about to go on when a small movement on the ground attracted him ; he stooped and gently put down one hand, palm cupped, and rising showed Nan a bee crawling over his fingers. “Pig I” he chided. “He’s loaded up so heavily that he can’t fly! Go on! Try it from here!” He waved his hand and the bee took wing, going slowly and groggily, but with that aid finally making a successful attempt at flight. He stooped over again, watching another busy worker. “Pretty fair Italians,” he said. “Not pure; hybrids, but they look like right good honey-makers.” “Are you, among other things, a bee expert?” Nan laughed. “No, but once I had to live for a while with an old codger who kept ’em. That was about the best time I had when I was a kid. I got real clubby with bees . . . liked ’em. When I get so old I can’t ramble any more maybe I’ll settle down and keep ’em and let ’em keep me!” “Is that the only plan you have?” He straightened and looked at her so intently that she flushed. “Maybe not,” he said gravely. "I'll know before long.” Later they stood shoulder to shoulder, waiting for the compass to come to rest that they might be certain of precise directions, eyes of each on the swinging dial. Nan’s breath was a caress for Kerry’s cheek and his hands began to tremble. A few days earlier he would have laughed at this reaction but now he simply moved without explanation and placed the compass on a boulder where it would have stability. “That hemlock stub is due north—” •Sh!” Young cut off her words with the low warning, making no movement. “Wait!” he whispered. “Something coming. Hear it?” The girl did not, at first, but after a moment of strained listening nodded her head silently. Something was coming their way, slowly, perhaps hesitantly. Then, as a breath of breeze stirred the foliage, blowing from them to the direction from which the sounds came, that approach became more rapid. Hoof beats and scrapings of brush and finally a queer, inquiring grunt or I two. “Oh!” Nan whispered as it came into view. “Moose calf! .. . Why .. . he’s coining up to us!” Indeed, it seemed as if the creature would run them down. It came on, head up, ears stiff, emitting a series of low sounds, picking up its feet awkwardly with the long, gangling legs; great, dark eyes fast on those two humans. “Why! He’ll . . .” Nan caught at Kerry’s elbow as the calf kept on, never slackening its pace and so close that in another stride or two they might have touched it. But on the movement the animal •werved, half turned away, swung off to the right and stopped facing them, standing there all rigid attention and Wonder. 1 The short tail twitched, the nostrils quirked. Young’s elbow pressed Nan’s hand warningly to bis side. They stood motionless as the moose continued to stare at them, making those plaintive, Inquiring sounds. Kerry couid feel the girl tremble and that sent a tremor through his own body. He began to imitate the sound the calf made and on that the creature backed off a few steps, seeming frightened. But when tiie man did not move it resumed its own grunts, as if doing its best to bridge the barrier between species and talk. “What the dickens are you?” he seemed to be trying to say. “Where do you come from? Why are you here? ‘T never smelled or saw anything like you two in all my born days! I’m kind of afraid of you, but I want to give you a good once-over before I hit for yonder! There’s so much for a young feller like me to run across for the first time I” For over a minute the calf stood there, using all its senses to size up that man and that woman. And then, probably as an instinctive mistrust of anything so widely at variance with all its other young experience asserted Itself, began to back. The retreat at first was orderly, a slow, backward stepping. Then it turned sideways and broke into a trot, went faster. Once It stopped and cast an apprehensive glance over its shoulder and after that, dropped its ears and disappeared at a lumbering but flowing trot. “Why ! Why, of all things !” breathed Nan, withdrawing her hand from | Young's arm. The man laughed. “Never saw it before!” he said. "But in the woods, if you use your eyes, you i see plenty for the first time.” He j laughed lowly. “His first encounter with man scent, ' you see. He winded us from wherever j he was and curiosity made him come our way. Likely, he's never been molested in all his couple of months on earth and so he doesn’t know much about fear. “Tough isn’t it, that ev^ry species I has its predator enemies and has to ! start learning how to defend itself by j the law of claw and fang before it has I a good chance to enjoy such a swell i world?” “Yes. It’s tough,” she replied and j looked with a peculiar intimacy into his face. “There's so much to enjoy , If only all of us would!” They started on and after a time Kerry spoke bluntly the thing that her ; last words had left in his mind. “The moose did me a favor. He ! frightened you a little and made you j touch me. . . . That was a downright I enjoyable experience.” “Please 1” I “But you understand, don’t you, that I

I mean that? It's not just a string of words?” “Yes. And, because of that . . . Please!” “Right! . . . This Is the best stand of maple I’ve seen in this country. Look at the bird’s-eye tree, there. Two good veneer logs in it.” It was late afternoon when they beached the canoe on their return. “We’ve time to look at the cabin now,” Nan told him, nodding toward the log structure ou the high bank; and she led the way. Beside the door was a rack of implements for use in fighting fires. The door Itself was unlocked. “My father didn’t like locks, in the bush,” she explained. “Our men use this camp some but they always leave it open so anyone in need of shelter can get in.” The place was amply furnished, blankets on the bunks, Insect nets hanging above them; cooking utensils and a goodly supply of unperishable staples on shelves above the stove. “It’s a snug camp,” Nan said. “You’ll be comfortable here. Kerry.” He scratched a temple thoughtfully. “D’you mind if I use my own outfit?” “Why, no! Don’t you fancy this camp?” “Oh, it’s got shingles and glass in It. I’d rather set up myself on one of those islands.” "Certainly, if you want it that way. I used to come here with my father, but now the place has been a little spoiled for me. . . . You see. Holt stayed here alone the night Father was killed and if it hadn’t been for wise old Ezra he’d have been carted in to jail and held a while.” “You think a lot of Holt, don’t you?” “Os course! Why shouldn't I? He’s the most loyal boy in the world. He’s worked his head off for me.” "Anybody would,” he said . . . and wondered why she colored quickly and looked at him almost defensively when she spoke of Holt Stuart Other cars were there when they drove up to headquarters. One was Ezra Adams’ battered roadster and the old doctor looked up from tinkering with the motor in away which commanded Kerry’s interest But Nan, with a wave to Ezra, was more intent on the group about the other. “Oh, there’s Mr. Dexter, up from Chicago!” she said excitedly. “That means he’s ready to close!” Her face clouded. "And day before yesterday I mailed Tod West a formal request for permission to deed that section. It’s our first chance at a real sale. Oh, I hope it won’t be blocked!” “Who’s sick, Ezra?” Young asked, as Nan walked rapidly on to greet the others. “Nobody much, except this ’tarnal motor!” he said loudly. Then, with caution: “Come close, Kerry! Stick i your head down here with me, like you were trying to help me tinker at somethin’.” “The bullet that killed Cash.” he whispered, “was fired from Tod West's pistol!” For a moment Young did not reply; a savage triumph swept him, followed by a sinking sensation. Tod West, the slayer of Nau’s father and, perhaps, the slayer of her hopes as j well! He knew that even despite her misgivings, the girl was hoping that West would be generous enough to permit her to close the deal which this evening seemed to be in prospect. And it was such a forlorn hope. “Well,” he said, “that gives us a course to steer, Ezra!” "What’s the first move?” “To watch him. What else can we do? If he’s started using that money, he'll keep on; anyhow, that's a good bet We've got to locate it before we tip our hand.” “But suppose he suspects and lights out?” Kerry twisted his head doubtfully. “He won't light out so long as there's a hope left All he has worked and schemed and killed for is in this country. A man of his age doesn’t run away from it so long as there's a chance of hanging on. “Now, I can get Jim Hinkle to trail him. He won’t suspect Jim. That can be fixed up. With me out of the picture for a few days, maybe he’ll feel more free to act. I'll see to it that plenty of folks know I'm to be gone for a while.” “I swear it’s going to be up to you, son!” the old man said. “I get all fluttery inside, now, thinking about what might happen . . . and about what you and I’ve got to make happen!” Nan Downer sat disconsolately at her desk that evening. The man Dexter and his companions had gone from the dinner-table down to the river. Soon they would return and want to talk business . . . and as yet she was not able to talk in conclusive terms. She had an opportunity to bring to realization some of the dreams she had shared with her father, but not yet the legal right! She had been conscious for a moment of another’s presence, but did not look up at once. When she did, it was into the flushed face of Tod West “Oh!” she cried, and rose quickly from her chair. “Surprised, eh?” he asked and stepped closer. “Why surprised? I got a letter from you yesterday.” Now, she caught the reek of whisky on his breath. "Well, you want my answer now?” he taunted. “Y-yes, Tod. I . . . you see. I’ve a I chance to sell two sections at a very I fine figure. Under our agreement—” “You can't sell a damn' foot of ■ land!” lie cut in. “No, Miss Nan DownI er, you can’t sell one damn’ foot of | ground!” He drove a fist into the I other palm vindictively. “You had your chance once. I give you your chance I a week ago. . . . But what'd you do?

Tried to wham me with an oar, that’s what you did! “You know, well's I do, where we stand. You’re right up ag’in' foreclosure this minute. You can’t sell an acre until you’ve come acrost with the principal payment, ’most a year overdue.” She retreated around the corner of her desk as he advanced. “And yon don’t like it, eh? Don’t like doin’ business that way! You can be high and mighty to me one day. and then expect favors the next! Well, I’ll show you my heart's in the right place! I'll show you a contract’s a contract! I’ll show yon that I’ll see you busted and smashed and on the road without a roof, before we—” “Tod! Don’t, Tod! Please —” He had crowded her against the wait Rigidity went from him and a strange sound, half-laugh, half-sob, came from deep in his throat. “Hurt yon? Hurt you, little Nan? . . . God, I'm sorry for the things that’ve happened!” He stepped back a pace or two unsteadily. Confusion lay tn hts eyes. He had come to gloat, but now . . . “I meant that, up the river the other day,” he said huskily. "I meant all I JOB'S F pt ■g V. A? The Boy Struck Hard, Struck With All His Weight Coming In. said: I want you, I need yon. little Nan! I'll make you a good lover. .. . I’ll make you a good husband!” Perhaps it was the loathing In her : face, touched to life by his hoarse, no- j steady voice, which stirred afresh the liell in Ills heart. Anyhow, he threw , his arms wide, fists clenched. “Will you have me?” he cried. "Will ’ you have me. or ’ve I got to take yon? | Because I’ll have you, just as sure as hell itself! I'm desperate and I—” Nan had opened tier lips to cry out, when a white fury flung through the doorway. Her cry was lost in that gasp of breath which burst from Tod's throat as a hand caught one of the ' outstretched arms, as he was spun about and Stuart’s fist bashed into his lips. The boy struck bard, struck with all i his weight coming in, and when he had ' struck lie squared for another blow. But Tod West was not too drunk ' for action. He dropped his head, and I fended off the flailing fist He swung I forward and charged and wrapped his great arms about Holt's slender body, sweeping him from his feet, crashing with him against the door-casing, falling with him to the floor. The lad was no match for that ponderous strength. He was overwhelmed, smothered, made helpless. He kicked and writhed, but West had one arm pinned beneath a knee, the other secured in his Iron grasp and his fist raised to do its cruel work on that defenseless face. . . . And then Nan screamed. The quality of it, the shrillness, the terror, struck through West’s intent, made him hesitate. In that instant Holt freed a hand; he was over from his back to one side, upsetting West, grappling for the man's knee, throwing him off balance and floundering free. But it would have been only a momentary advantage, that. He never could have prevailed against Tod's superior physique. Nan’s cry had brought others. Feet sounded on the steps; and before West could charge again and malm and batter, he was surrounded by a dozen people. Two men had Holt Another stood before West, blocking the way to the boy, should he attempt advance. But he did not Breathing heavily, he glowered for a moment at Stuart and then, seeking out Nan's face, nodded heavily. “All right,” he said. “I said my say. And that, I guess, will be all.” He turned for the entry and none blocked his departure. He left the steps slowly, feeling his bruised lips gingerly. Then outside the lighted office window he halted, looking within as Nan, taking Holt by the hand, drew him close to her and shut the door. Ezra Adams, returning to Nan’s after an hour in Jim Hinkle’s home, came first Into the excited group in the big room, was told what had happened, asked Nan’s whereabouts and went, without knocking, into the office. They stood close together, the girl holding both Holt's hands in hers, looking up into his face intently. The old physician, struck by the apparent significance of their postures, hesitated as I if to withdraw. “Come in, Ezra!” Nan said and then ; to Holt, with a little shake of his hands: “And so you will be careful, Holt dear?” Stuart withdrew his hands from hers and turned, going abruptly, not looking at Adams.

When he was gone and Nan had closed the door, she swung toward the old man witli tears in her eyes. He opened his arms at her choking sob and gathered her close. "Oh, Ezra!” she moaned. “Oh, If anything should happen to Holt!” “I heard about what went on. Don’t fear. We’ll watch to see nothin’ does happen!” “Tod's so savage, so brutal! And I feel such a responsibility for Holt. He’s such . . . such an emotional boy! If Tod harms him. I’ll feel I'm to blame and . . . Don’t you see?” —beseechingly. “Oh, why must things like this come up to be faced just when . . . just when love comes. Ezra?” Though hes Words had given him a sort of shock the old man downed his curiosity and the questions that they provoked, and devoted all his resources to comforting her. He stroked her hair and patted her shoulders until her emotions wee under control. Then she asked him to go. “It's my problem,” she said. “I can think better alone. I'm so glad you were here to let me be female and weak for a moment!”—wiping her eyes and smiling bravely. He left her then, with a deal to think about. He carried his news to Kerrylater the same evening. “Looks like Stuart's finally got what he seems to want most,” he s#ld, and did not notice that ids companion appeared to stop even his breathing to listen. “She's awful upset because she's afraid something'!! happen to him. And she's in love, too, which doesn’t make for calm thinking. . . . “To be sure, I promised we’d look after Stuart, but," —with a shrug.—"l wouldn’t bet that that can be done. “Tod’ll have him on his IIM now, and Tod’s got a long memory when he's been angered. Course, he was drunk.” Young did not hear this last, lie was concerned at the moment only with one thing which Ezra bad had to tell. Dismay filial him as he realized the emotion that had been fermenting In his heart for days, which had almost crystallised into recognisable thought this afternoon: that finally his heart bad taken root! He was in love to his ears with Nan Downer and yet here was old Ezra, bringing word of her love for another. Uis heart had discovered a home, only to And It already occupied. He shut his teeth and stirred himself to follow the doctor’s grave talk. “He was drunk,” Ezra repeated. ’’And he may forget when he aoliers up; may forget enough of it to keep bls vengeance away from Holt; then again, his bein' drunk when it happened may* make his grudge only that much worse.” West was sober enough when an I hour later he stood in the shadow of ' Bluejay's rattletrap flivver not far . from Mel Knight's store at the luind- . Ing and talked rapidly, jabbing n fin- * ger now and again against the 'breed's 1 chest. Bluejay was In from the bluetjerry camp he bad established to the northward a few days before, where his wife ! and progeny gathered the ripening fruit ! which a buyer came to truck out to * the railroad each evening. Frank did not pick much himself and he cursed I his family for not being more adept at j the harvest. And so the proposal which Tod West made fell on ground doubly fertile. . . And he's made you a joke, here, knockin’ you into the river that way, Frank! He'll drive you out of the country If he stays and . . . and 1 want him gone because he tried to frame me!” The ’breed's eyes were fixed on the white man's face. “How much?” he asked. “Well, not much. It’s your fight. I can get along; I’d rather have him gone, but I can get along. You, though . . . And there’d be no chance, you see, i out there on Townline If—” “How much?” Under his Insistence West paused. “Ten dollars.” “Huh! You do your own job, Tod West!’’ He turned to his car. “Hold on!” — grasping a sleeve. “Money’s scarce.” “Well, I ain’t goln* to take no chances for no ten dollars. For a huunerd, no—” “A hundred! You're crazy!” They bartered longer, but without heat, and finally Bluejay nodded. “All right. But when?” “When the job's done.” “I’ll see, eh? And this other . . . you tell me when you want me to say I seen Stuart there, Tod. In the corner, eh? And burying a . . .” His olce dropped to a cautious whisper. Bluejay cranked his car and clattered away and Tod West strolled toward the store. He did not enter, however; stood there staring within and felt his bruised lips carefully. He had become a changed man in this span of a few short days. 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