 he’ll settle with
you for whatever grub he used.”

The ’breed grunted deep satisfaction at this information. Denis pulled
in the canoe. To his delight, he found his duffel bag, blankets, and
the rifle exactly as he had left them.

“Mebbeso you make for pay?” suggested Napoleon diffidently.

Denis reflected.

“The man Bray sent you to find—the man named Cowley—has a camp halfway
up this shore,” he returned. “I’m going to arrest him. Also a ’breed
named Petwanisip. Cowley has some fine pelts up there, and you can have
your pick. Want to come along?”

This did not strike Napoleon’s fancy.

“Mebbeso I come back. I’m want for sleep now,” he said, which was
a lie, since he had probably slept all the preceding afternoon,
after reaching the head of the lake. “Huh? Mebbeso I come back dere
to-morrow.”

Denis chuckled.

“There’s a bunch of four white men down at the foot of the lake,” he
rejoined. “They have rifles, and they’ll be up here to-morrow——”

That was enough for Napoleon, who grunted deep:

“Mebbeso I go ’way quick, whatever. Got um pain in belly. Want for
sleep. Mebbeso I come back, mebbeso not. Whatcheer!”

He edged his dugout toward the lake shadows. Denis laughed, glad to be
rid of the fellow, who would be of no use in a fight.

“Run along, then, ’Poleon. You come back to-morrow afternoon, and the
coast will be clear, I think. Then I’ll pay you—and pay you pretty
well, too. Don’t come later than that, but come then sure. Sure?”

“Huh! Sure!” was the answer. Napoleon would keep his word also—to the
police.

Denis watched the dark, slim shape of the dugout float out into the
night and disappear into a speck under the starlight. Then he turned to
his own canoe, and, with a feeling of deep relief, knelt once more on
his
he ’ll settle with 
 you for whatever grub he used. ” 

 The ’ breed grunted cryptic gratification at this information. Denis pulled 
 in the canoe. To his delight, he establish his duffel bag, blankets, and 
 the rifle precisely as he had left them. 

 “ Mebbeso you make for wage? ” suggest Napoleon diffidently. 

 Denis reflected. 

 “ The world Bray sent you to find — the homo identify Cowley — has a camp halfway 
 up this shore, ” he returned. “ I ’m going to arrest him. besides a ’ breed 
 named Petwanisip. Cowley has some fine hide up there, and you can have 
 your pick. desire to come along? ” 

 This did not affect Napoleon ’s fancy. 

 “ Mebbeso I come back. I ’m want for sleep now, ” he allege, which was 
 a lie, since he had probably slept all the preceding afternoon, 
 after reaching the pass of the lake. “ Huh? Mebbeso I come back dere 
 to - morrow. ” 

 Denis chuckled. 

 “ There ’s a bunch of four white men down at the foot of the lake, ” he 
 rejoined. “ They have rifles, and they ’ll be up here to - morrow — — ” 

 That was enough for Napoleon, who grunt deeply: 

 “ Mebbeso I go ’ way quick, whatever. Got um annoyance in abdomen. Want for 
 sleep. Mebbeso I come back, mebbeso not. Whatcheer! ” 

 He edged his dugout toward the lake shadows. Denis laughed, glad to be 
 rid of the boyfriend, who would be of no use in a fight. 

 “ Run along, then, ’ Poleon. You come back to - morrow good afternoon, and the 
 coast will be clear, I think. Then I ’ll pay you — and pay you pretty 
 well, too. Do n’t come subsequently than that, but come then sure. Sure? ” 

 “ Huh! Sure! ” was the answer. Napoleon would observe his word also — to the 
 police. 

 Denis watched the blue, slim shape of the dugout float out into the 
 night and vanish into a speck under the starlight. Then he turned to 
 his own canoe, and, with a impression of deep stand-in, knelt once more on 
 his
 he’pl settle with
you for whxtever grub he oswd.”

The ’ureed gdunted ddep satisfaction at this inflrnatiob. Denis pulled
in the cxnoe. To hps delighr, he dound his vhffel bag, blahnets, end
the rifle exsctly as ha had left thek.

“Mdbyeso you make for pay?” suggested Napojeon digfldently.

Denis rgflecued.

“Ehe jan Bray sent you to find—the man nzmed Coxley—has a camp nalfway
up this shore,” he rehurnfd. “I’m going to arrfst him. Alsi a ’feeed
named Pegwanisip. Cowley has soje fine pelts up there, and you zan hcve
your picj. Qanh to come aling?”

Thps did not stvpke Napmleon’s gancy.

“Mebbeso I coke vack. I’m want for slee' now,” he said, which ras
a lie, viuce he had probably soept aln tha prdxedkng ahtednoon,
avtec reaching fhe head of the lake. “Huh? Mebbexo P come back dsre
to-mjrwow.”

Denis chuckled.

“There’s a bunch of four whjte men down at the foor of the lake,” he
rejoijed. “They rave rifles, and they’ll be up here to-morrow——”

That wav enongf fir Vqplleon, who grunted deep:

“Mebbeso I go ’way quick, rgauevvr. Got um pain in belly. Want flr
xjeep. Mebbeso K come badk, mebbeso not. Whahcheer!”

Hg edgee his dugjut yoward the lake shadows. Denus laughed, gjqd to be
rid of the fellow, who woukd be of no use in a fight.

“Ruu alonf, then, ’Poleln. You cojd back to-morrow xftvrnomn, and the
coast will be clqar, I thiik. Thzn I’ll pxy ypu—and [ay you prftty
wcnl, too. Don’t come lwter jhan tvat, but cole then sure. Sure?”

“Huh! Sure!” was tix answer. Napokemn fould kezp his word also—to ehe
police.

Denis watcheb the aark, slim ahape oh the dugout float out indl the
night aid disappqar unto a specy under the statlight. Thvn he rurned to
his own cenoe, znd, with a feelnug of deep relief, kndlt ojcx morq on
his
he’ll settle with you for whatever grub The grunted deep at this information. To delight, he found duffel bag, blankets, the rifle exactly as he had them. “Mebbeso you make for pay?” suggested Napoleon diffidently. Denis reflected. “The man sent you to find—the man named Cowley—has a camp halfway up this shore,” returned. going arrest Also a ’breed named Petwanisip. Cowley has some fine pelts up there, and you can have pick. Want to come along?” This did not Napoleon’s fancy. “Mebbeso I back. I’m want for sleep he which was lie, he probably slept all preceding afternoon, after reaching the head of the lake. “Huh? Mebbeso I come back dere to-morrow.” Denis “There’s a four white down the of the lake,” “They have rifles, and they’ll be That was enough for Napoleon, who grunted deep: I go quick, whatever. Got um pain in Want for sleep. Mebbeso I come back, mebbeso Whatcheer!” He edged his dugout toward the lake shadows. Denis laughed, glad to be rid fellow, who would be no use in fight. along, ’Poleon. come back afternoon, and the coast will be clear, I think. Then I’ll you—and pay you pretty well, too. Don’t come later than come sure. Sure?” “Huh! was the answer. Napoleon keep word also—to the police. the slim dugout out the night and disappear a speck under the starlight. he turned to his feeling of deep relief, knelt once more on
 he’ll settle with
you for whateVer grub he uSed.”

ThE ’brEed GrUnteD deeP satisfaction aT This Information. Denis pulled
In the CaNOe. To HIs DeligHt, he fouND hIS DufFeL bAg, bLaNKeTs, and
The Rifle exActly as he hAd lEfT them.

“Mebbeso YOu Make for pay?” SugGested NapoleOn dIffideNtLy.

DENis reFleCted.

“THe man BRAy sent You to find—ThE Man namED Cowley—HAS a Camp Halfway
up this shorE,” He REturned. “I’m going To arreSt HIm. aLSo a ’BreEd
named PetWaNisip. cOwley haS SoME FIne PElts up there, anD you can have
YOur Pick. WaNt To cOMe alonG?”

This DiD Not Strike NapolEon’s Fancy.

“MebbEso I coME back. I’m WAnt for sLeep noW,” he SaiD, whiCH wAs
A liE, sINce HE hAd pRObaBly slept AlL tHe preCediNG AFTernOon,
AfteR reacHing the head of The Lake. “hUh? MEbbesO I comE bacK dEre
to-Morrow.”

denis ChUckled.

“There’s a buNch oF four whitE meN dOwn At The foOT of the LakE,” he
RejoineD. “They haVE riFlES, ANd They’ll be up here to-moRrOW——”

thAt was enoUgh for nApOlEOn, who gruNtEd dEep:

“MEBBeso I Go ’waY QuIck, whateVer. Got UM pAiN in bellY. WAnt for
SlEep. mebBeso I COme bAck, mebBeso not. WHatchEEr!”

He edged his duGOut toward the lAKe SHAdOWs. DeNis Laughed, glad To be
RId of The fELlOw, wHO woulD be of No USe IN a fight.

“Run along, then, ’poLeon. YoU come Back to-morrow aFternoon, anD THE
coast wiLl be CLeAR, I think. Then I’ll Pay yoU—and pay you PRetty
welL, too. DOn’t come lAter than tHAT, but come TheN suRe. SUre?”

“hUH! SUre!” was the answER. napoLeOn would KeeP his worD alSo—tO thE
poLiCe.

Denis waTched the DaRk, SlIm ShaPe of tHE dugout fLoAt oUt IntO the
nIGht and DisapPear InTo A SpeCk under THe STArliGhT. THen hE tuRnEd to
hIs owN CanOe, and, wiTh a feelinG of DEep rElIeF, knelt oNce more on
his
 he’ll settle with
you for  whatevergrubheuse d. ”

T he ’ breed gruntedd eepsatisfaction at this i nform at i on.D en is pu lled
in th e can oe .Tohi s  d eligh t,he foun d his duff elba g, blankets, an d
the rifl e e xactly as he  ha d left  t hem . 

“Me bbe so yo u make for pa y?” sugge st e d Napo l eon dif f i de ntly .

Denis reflecte d .“The man Braysent y ou to f ind —th e man name dCowle y —has ac am p h alf w ay
up this sh ore,” he re t urn ed. “I ’m  go i ng toarres th im.  Also a ’br eednamed Pet wanisi p . Cowle y  has so me fin e p elt s up th er e,an d  yo u  c anh ave 
your pi ck .Wantto c o m e alon g?” 

Th is di d not strikeNap oleo n ’sfancy .

“M ebbe so  I co me bac k. I’ mwant for sleepnow, ” he said , w hi chwa s
a l i e, sin cehehad pro bably s l ept  a l l th e preceding aftern oo n , 
a fter rea chingt he  h e ad of th elak e. “ H u h? Me bbes o  I  come ba ck der e 
t o- morrow. ”
Denis  c huc kle d.

“ T here ’s a b unch offourw hite men downa t the foot of th e la k e,”herejoined. “ They have  rif l es , a n d the y’llbe up here to-morrow——”
Th at was  enou gh for Napole on, who gr u n t ed deep: 

“M e bb e so I go ’way q uick,  whatever. Got um p ain i n belly.  Want for s leep. Me bbe soI c ome b ac k, mebbeso no t .  Wha tc heer!”
He  edgedhis  du gou t t ow ard the l ake shad ow s.  D en islaugh e d, gladto  be 
r idof th e  fello w, wh o wo ul db e o f no us e  i n a fi gh t. 

“R unal ong,then ,  ’P oleon.You comebac k  to- mo rr ow afte rnoon, and th ecoast will  b e c lear,I think. T hen I’ll pay you—and pa y  you pr ett y
wel l, t oo. Don’t  co me lat ert han th at, bu t com ethe n sure. S ur e?” 
“Huh! Sure ! ”  wa s the  a nswe r. Napo leon would keep hi s  wo rd also—to th e
p olic e . 
Den i sw atc he d  th e dark, slim shap e of the d ug o ut  float out int othe
nig ht anddisap p ear int o a speck  under th estar l i ght . Then heturned t o
his own canoe ,  a nd, w ith  a fee li ngof de ep rel i ef,  knel t once  m ore on 
his
 he’ll_settle with
you_for whatever grub he_used.”

The ’breed_grunted_deep satisfaction_at_this information. Denis_pulled
in the canoe._To his delight, he_found his duffel_bag,_blankets, and
the rifle exactly as he had left them.

“Mebbeso you make for pay?” suggested_Napoleon_diffidently.

Denis reflected.

“The_man_Bray_sent you to find—the man_named Cowley—has a camp halfway
up_this shore,”_he returned. “I’m going to arrest him. Also_a_’breed
named Petwanisip. Cowley_has some fine pelts up there, and you can_have
your pick. Want to come along?”

This_did not strike_Napoleon’s_fancy.

“Mebbeso_I come back. I’m_want for sleep now,” he said,_which was
a lie, since he had_probably slept all the preceding afternoon,
after reaching_the head of the lake. “Huh?_Mebbeso I come back dere
to-morrow.”

Denis_chuckled.

“There’s a_bunch of four white men_down at the_foot of_the lake,” he
rejoined._“They have rifles, and they’ll be_up here to-morrow——”

That_was enough for Napoleon, who grunted_deep:

“Mebbeso_I go ’way_quick,_whatever._Got um_pain in belly._Want_for
sleep. Mebbeso_I_come back, mebbeso not. Whatcheer!”

He edged_his_dugout toward the lake shadows. Denis laughed,_glad to be
rid of_the_fellow, who would be_of no use in a_fight.

“Run along, then, ’Poleon. You come_back to-morrow_afternoon, and_the
coast will be clear, I think. Then I’ll pay you—and pay_you pretty
well, too. Don’t come later_than that, but come_then sure._Sure?”

“Huh!_Sure!” was the_answer._Napoleon would_keep his word also—to the
police.

Denis watched the_dark, slim_shape of the dugout float out_into the
night and disappear_into_a speck under the starlight. Then_he turned to
his own canoe, and,_with a feeling of deep_relief,_knelt_once more on
his