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Harold Titus
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SYNOPSIS
Ben Elliott — from "Yonder” —
makes his entry Into the lumbering
town of Tlncup, bringing %long an
old man, Don Stuart, who had been
eager to reach Tlncup. Nicholas
Brandon, the town’s leading citizen,
resents Stuart's presence, trying to
force him to leave town and Elliott,
resenting the act, knocks him down
Elliott Is arrested, but finds a friend
In Judge Able Armltage. The judge
hires him to run the one lumber
camp, the Hoot Owl, that Brandon
has not been able to grab. This be
longs to Dawn McManus, daughter
of Brandon’s old partner, who has
disappeared with a murder charge
hanging over his head. Brandon
sends his bully, Duval, to beat up
Ben, and Ben worsts him In a fist
fight and throws him out of camp.
Old Don Stuart dies, leaving a let
ter for Elliott, “to be used when
the going becomes too tough.” Ben
refuses to open the letter at this
time, believing he can win the fight
by his own efforts. Fire breaks out
In the mill. When the flames are
extinguished Ben discovers that the
fire was started with gasoline. The
Hoot Owl gets an offer of spot cash
for timber, that will provide money
to tide It over. But there is a defi
nite time limit on the offer.
CHAPTER V—Continued
—8—
Shortly after dinner on the fol
lowing day, Ben Elliott set out to
investigate a story of a trappers’
camp on Squaw lake, which lay to
the northward of Hoot Owl.
Things were going swimmingly on
the job. He was a bit ahead even
of the stiff schedule of production
he had set for himself and if the
weather held reasonably good and
he could frustrate these attempts to
slow him up, he would turn the trick
6 which engaged him for the present.
It was a good six miles to Squaw
lake but he did not follow the most
direct route. Swung right and left
now and then, smiling when he came
on a particularly fine piece of tlm
ber. Certainly, the Hoot Owl stuff
looked better every time he went
through it. Money standing on end
for an orphan girl If he, Ben Elliott,
. should be strong enough to outlast
‘ Nicholas Brandon’s ruthlessness anti
persistence! He wondered about
Dawn McManus, known and marked
as the daughter of a murderer.
Tough, he told himself, for a child
to grow up under a cloud like that.
He started back after a fruitless
Investigation, and had not gone more
than half-way to camp when he
came suddenly upon a fresh snow
shoe trail. He stopped short with a
little thrill. Another prowler? The
one who had shortened his meas
ures yesterday? The tracks were
only moments old, he knew by the
way the freshly fnlling snow lay In
them.
Ben went faster, breaking into a
Jog trot where the going was good.
A half hour later he saw the moving
figure before him. Ben saw him turn
about, looking upward, stare Into
the wind which blew from the north
west and swing to go with It Not
completely lost, as a greenhorn
might be; not floundering In panic
and traveling meaningless circles,
but still far from certain In direc
tions.
Ben felt a tightening in his
throat. This, the chances were,
would be an encounter with one
of the men who, most certainly
acting on Brandon’s orders, sought
to hamper and hamstring him. A
savage anticipation ran his veins
with that; to meet this prowler
would be a greater satisfaction,
even, than throwing Bull Duval out
of his camp had been.
Elliott pushed on, moving faster
than the other, cutting down the
distance between them ns the thick
ening gloom made It Impossible for
him to see clearly at any distance.
The man before him stopped sud
denly and faced about. Elliott hesi
tated, wondering whether he had
been seen or not. If not, he wanted
to trail secretly; If so—
He dipped into a sharp ravine,
climbed the other slope . . . and
came face to face with the most
lovely girl he could then or after
ward remember having seen in his
4hfe.
Great brown eyes looked at him.
The nose was small, aristocratic;
the mouth red lipped, mobile, he
imagined, but now it was set rather
grimly into an expression of extreme
petulance.
He did not register consciously
the knitted toque of soft maroon
wool, nor the well-tailored jumper
and knickers. Impressions leaped
at him in ensemble, rather than de
rail : a trim, trig, competent little
figure.
"Oh!" he said, when she did not
speak. “Oh . . . Why, hello!”
He grinned, then, but no respon
sive smile changed the girl’s face
or even lighted her eyes.
"Good afternoon," she said
brusquely, almost sharply.
"I saw your trail. That is, I ... "
How different, this beginning, from
the manner of address he had
planned! He felt called upon, now,
to explain his presence on her trail
rather than to demand a reason for
her being there. “I saw your trail,”
he Degun again, “and I thought . . .
It seemed to me you might be a
little lost."
"A» a matter of fact, I am com
pletely aimed around," she said.
“It was silly of me to come Into the
woods, especially on a day like this,
without a joinpass. But I did . . .
and here I am!” She was eyeing
him closely, now, ns though search
ing for some special detail of face
or figure.
Lost! He thought: a lost Diana!
"I kept losing my bearings and
had trouble getting oriented and am
getting a little tired. It was so silly!
Downright stupid ! If you know this
country you can set me right. I
should be back In Tlncup before
long or they’ll worry."
Ben wondered quickly and Irrele
vantly, who They might be. Yes, he
could get her out In a half hour
he could have her in his camp and
send her os her way to town. . . .
But in a half hour . . . And with
her manner so clearly hostile for no
reason at all? . . . She impressed
him as a young woman most de
sirable to know well and also as
one whose confidence would be slow
In acquiring.
“Lost, eh?" he asked and laughed
oddly. “Matter of fact, I came out
w’lthout a compass myself.” That
was truth. He needed no compass
for a short swing such as he had
made today; his sound woodsman’s
instinct would hold him safe.
“Well, that complicates matters,”
the girl said drily. “I’ve got to get
out of this timber and I’m not good
for much more travel in this sort
of going. I haven’t been on webs in
several years and I’ve gone further
than I should have.”
“By George, that’s too bad 1” he
said and hoped that none of his
men, who would be trekking into
camp by now, would shout or sing
so their voices would break down
the illusion of empty distances sur
rounding them which evidently pos
sessed the girl. “Too bad! It’s get
ting dark sure enough but it isn’t
very late. If you could sit down
and get your second wind, now—’’
“But what good will that do? If
we stay here until it’s really dark
there may be no getting out until
morning. All 1 have with me is a
cake of chocolate and the prospect
of a hungry, cold night In the woods
with you isn’t alluring."
Ben rubbed his chin.
“I’m sorry. If the impression I
make is as bad as—’’
“I meant nothing personal. But 1
don’t know you. I don’t fancy being
lost with anyone, let alone a stran
ger."
He thought she almost smiled, as
if relenting a bit from her brusque
ness.
“Look!” he said, pointing aloft to
where a break in the clouds near
the zenith let about the Inst of the
“Good Afternoon,” She Said
Brusquely.
daylight through. "It’s going to
clear. We’ll have stars directly. Let
me build a little shelter and a fire
here. A few minutes rest will do a
lot of good and with stars we can
get anywhere.”
She hesitated, seeming to con
sider.
“All right, I must admit the last
half hour’s going has been hard.”
Out came his belt ax, off went the
lower limbs of young hemlocks. In
less than it would tnke an ordlnnry
man to lop the branches he had a
bench of trampled snow on a knoll
covered with aromatic boughs and a
thick windbreak of them behind It.
Then, attacking n huge birch stub
he peeled off a quantity of loose
bark. This he lighted from a match
carried In a tightly corked bottle
and ns the quickly burning stuff
shed a comfortable glow on the bow
er he had built, he knocked dead
branches from a hemlock, fed them
to the flame and then turned to a
nearby dry top of a fallen maple,
knocking off substantial faggots.
She eyed the tire us he stood
erect, drawing off his gloves and
spreading his big hands to the
warmth.
“Strange,” she said, “that yon
should be lost. From the way you
make yourself comfortable In the
woods, Fd say you’d been horn In
Hmlier."
“From the way you know wood
craft when you see it. I’d say It’s ns
strange that you should be lost!”
“What I know of the woods wns
learned years ago. One gets rusty.
I’ve discovered. Who are you and
what are you doing here?”
Her directness quite took tils
breath.
“Well, my name’s Ren Elliott, If
that menris anything to you. And I
was looking for somebody who has
no business to be here. Who are you
and what brings yon into this tim
ber?”
He wns bound, now, to break
through her aloofness.
“That," she replied, however, "is
largely my own affair. Rut. Mr. El
liott, If you should guess that I wns
simply trying to lose a certain un
pleasant mood in the woods where
1 once wns quite happy, you wouldn’t
be far from right”
She spoke incisively and unhesi
tatingly but it seemed to him that
behind tills brusqueness wns some
thin!; quite different; something he
could not quite fathom. He was
about to remind her that she had
not yet revealed her Identity when
she went on:
“Looking for some one who has
no business here, you said. Just
who ore they, what are they do
ing?”
“As to the first. I can’t tell you.
For the second, their purpose prob
nbly would be to attempt to hold up
a timber operation In which Pm
rather interested not so far from
here.”
Her eyes were on him with a
curious expression, which might
possibly have been personal Inter
est.
“To hold you up? How?”
“Are you from Tincup?”
“I am.”
“You know people there? And
what seems to be the town’s most
famous tradition?”
“I don’t understand."
“Isn’t It that Nicholas Brandon
finishes what he starts out to do?
That whatever he says goes, come
what may?”
“I’ve heard that said. People like
to talk.”
“Right! But I’m managing an out
fit that’s encouraging rough going
from some source. All sorts of
things are happening and I’m trying
to head off certain of them.”
“I see.”
She looked away and puckered
tier delectable lips as though to
whistle. Ben rubbed Ids chin again.
She was not even Interested in
learning more about him, but where
many young men would have been
piqued at that he only laughed
softly.
“What’s he Joke?" she asked, al
most defiantly.
“1 was Just thinking that it’s a
funny situation when a man gets
into a scrap and It looks so big to
him that he thinks the whole darned
country must be watching it and
him; and then along comes a nice
girl who’s been in a position to
hear all about it and who Isn’t inter
ested a dime’s worth."
She looked up at him slowly.
“You mean that you want to talk
about it?”
“Perfectly natural that 1 should.
I’m in one whale of a tight nnd hav
ing the time of my life. It’s the first
job I’ve found In n coon’s age that
was hard enough and complicated
enough to be worth working over."
“That’s what I've heard about
you."
“You’ve. . . . Oh, so you have
heard about me?”
"Of course, I live In Tlncup. Few
have any secrets In a town of Tin
cup's size.”
Ben chuckled again.
“Well, then. If you’ve heard that
much about me nnd my Job, maybe
there isn’t anything I could tell you
that would be interesting.”
“Maybe not," she said with nn
air of dismissal.
Ben watched her closely ns she
slowly broke a twig to bits with her
slim fingers.
“Deer used to yard in the swamp
hack of here,” she said. “When I
was a little girl I used to come out
and try to make friends with them.
That’s why I came out today . . .
wondering if they’d started to ynrd
yet.”
“It’s too early for them to yard."
"Yes, but the snow may get deep
enough any day to bunch them."
“Snow!” he said nnd shrugged.
“If it gets deep in a hurry the deer
will yard all right nnd, maybe. I’ll
be licked and a little girl done out
of all she has In the world.”
"All she has In the world? Mean
Ing Just what?”
“If you live In Tlncup and know
the town you must know about the
owner of this property. This Is the
Hoot Owl timber.”
A queer smile twitched at the
girl’s lips.
“Sometimes I think I do; as often,
I wonder what she’s like . . . really
like. I happen to be Daw* Mc
Manus.”
Ben Elliott opened his uiouth ns
if to speak. Then closed it again
and made a foolishly helpless move
ment with one hand. He stared at
her and began to stammer.
"Why 1 . , . Why, you . . , Why.
Able saidHe laughed out
right, then, ns his misconception be
came clear, “Oh. If I'd given It a
second thought I’d have known!
Able first told me about you as a
little girl, it stuck in my head; a
little girl! But that was years ago,
of course. . .“. Gee! , . . Why, then
you’re lost in your own back yard,
you might say.’’
"I was," she corrected. “But a few
minutes ago I heard some one sing
out; nnd Just now the cook calles
the crew to supper.”
“Then why didn’t you—’’’
‘•Because I was rather curious to
"The Pool Room’s a Good Place for
You to Be, Limpy.”
discover what sort of niau is stand
ing between uie nnd poverty,"—per
haps Ironically, this. “And, of course,
1 knew you weren’t loot.''
Elliott flushed on that.
“I played at being lost myself so
I’d have a chance to talk to you.
I’m glad I did . . . unless it has
offended you.”
“No. I’m . . . I’m only ready to
go In, now."
She adjusted the harness of her
shoes dexterously and they set out.
On the way to camp Ben tried to
talk to her further but her wjsponses
were brief and noncommltal. Her
Interest appenred to be only poorly
aroused even on such a vital mat
ter as the operation of her own
property, nnd so finally he gave up
trying to make tnlk nnd broke trail
thinking that now the Job would
have an added zest, that a girl like
Dawn McManus was an even great
er Incentive than the thought of a
small child, alone, with her timber
at the mercy of hard schemers, and
depending on him to make safe her
heritage.
CHAPTER VI
THE new piston head for the lo
comotive arrived and Elliott wus
at the station when the train bear
ing It pulled In. More, he was close
beside the express car when It halt
ed and carried the part himself Into
his waiting sleigh.
The veneer logs were ready to
come out to the siding. Standard
cars had been set off at Hoot Owl
that day. Tomorrow, bright and ear
ly, they would start loading and by
night his contract with Blnckmore
would he filled. He would receive
a large check, a substantial part of
It clear profit. In return.
His men were growing restless
under the driving ; whispers In camp
had It that the Job was broke be
yond repair and he knew that to
pass a pay clay would send his crew
scattering, a handicap which he
could never overcome in time. But
with the men held on the Job nnd
the mill ready to saw In another
week he would he ready to give the
Hoot Owl a fresh start, a new hold
on hope.
After reaching camp he plunged
into his blankets for a night’s rest.
And about the time he bur
rowed into the pillow Nicholas
Brandon sat in his olliee talking to
a pale, slender young man whose
blue eyes smiled genially. Genial
ly, yes, but In that quality was a
flaw, one might have observed on
close scrutiny. Familiarity with
Limpy Holbrook might not breed
contempt, but surely, in an alert
man, it would stir an awareness for
the need of caution soon or later.
"All right. Don't start until
dark. And do Just as I’ve told you;
don’t forget to give yourself plenty
of time. You can’t travel fast”
"I get you, Mr. Brandon."
"Have you . . . That is. has he
ever seen you?”
"He came into the pool rooti and
1 sold him tobacco the other fay.
We visited a minute."
"Friendly?”
“Nothing hut!’ Ti'% open sn-.e
had the cast of a loot _» Holbrook
made reply.
“The [tool room’s a gotc jlace for
you to be, Limpy. Great obiter for
news. Well . . . Yon ujrp on
reporting everything that'* said
there. . . . Good night.”
(TO BE CONTINUED *
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