Vani/hed Men
By GECRCE MARSH vRiJISSSSfc"
THE STORY SO FAR: Bound for the
Chlbougamau gold countr - six men lost
their lives on the Nottaway river. Red
Malone, Garrett Finlay, brother of one
of the six, and Blaise, half-breed guide,
arrive at Nottaway posing as surveyors.
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INSTALLMENT THIRTEEN
Suspicion prevails that Isadore, rich fur
man has made a gold strike and aims
to keep prospectors out of the country.
En route to the Hudson's Bay post they
visit Isadore in his palatial home, meet
his wife and Lise, Isadore's stepdaugh
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ter. Answering an appeal from Lise,
Finlay is ambushed and rescued by
Malone and Blaise. It develops that
they are Mounted Police officers. They
visit McNab, Hudson's Bay trader, and
hide when Isadore arrives unexpectedly.
There was the scuffing of mocca
sins in the trade-room below. “Ser
geant!” called McNab, in a voice
thin with excitement, "Who do you
think's heading in here in that ca
noe?”
“If it’s Tete-Blanche, McNab,
watch your step. Have David and
his boy stand by, outside. We can’t
see much through these cracks.”
“It’s Jules Isadore!”
“Isadore?” The three in the loft
straightened where they lay. Fin
lay's Angers bit into Red’s arm. Isa
dore, walking right into their hands!
But the time was not ripe. There
was Lise! There was that plane
from the Bay and the evidence they
lacked.
To have Isadore disappear, now,
would put them all on their guard,
at Waswanipi. Lise must be safe,
first. No, the time was not ripe to
arrest Jules Isadore.
“Get him to talk his head off!”
Garry called. “Carry on as we
planned!”
“Aye! Aye! I’m off to meet the
blackguard!” 0
“Now what the hell?” drawled
Red. “What’s he after, here? He
must think we ran his guard on
the Quiet Water. He’s come here
to pump McNab."
“He’s worried,” said Finlay. “He
thinks we’ve slipped him and are
making for the steel or Rupert.”
“And he knows if we reach there
It will cook his goose!”
After an interval Finlay recog
nized Isadore’s voice as he entered
the trade-room with McNab.
“Well, McNab,” began Isadore
with the purr of a cat in his voice,
“I’m here to let by-gones be by
gones and I hope you are. We’ve
fought for the fur in the past but
I’ve got a proposition, now, that’s to
our mutual advantage.” There was
a dramatic pause, then: “McNab,
you and I can make big money to
gether.”
Garry’s elbow pressed Red’s arm.
“Oh, I know how to take a lick
ing!” laughed McNab. “Before you
go into it, sit down and have a
taste of the best whiskey the Hud
eon’s Bay ever imported.”
“Thanks, I will!” There was the
pop of a pulled cork, the tinkle of
glass and an interval of silence,
then: “By the way, did a party pos
ing as government surveyors stop
here in June?”
“No, but they stopped yesterday.”
Through a crack between the
planks Finlay saw Isadore’s hand
stiffen with the glass it held half
way to his lips. Then the hand re
turned the glass to the table at
which the two sat. “Went through
yesterday?” Isadore’s voice was as
brittle as ice.
“Yes, bound for Rupert.”
• “They lied. McNab. They came
here for supplies. They’re bound
back to Waswanipi. What kind of
a cock-and-bull yarn did they tell
your
McNab laughed. “Why, they had
a wild tale about a medicine-man
filling the Montagnais’ heads with
mumbo-jumbo and their stomachs
with your whiskey, Isadore.”
“My whiskey? That's a criminal
offense! Do they think I’m a fool?
The Indians believe Finlay’s transit
is an evil eye that has sickened
some of the children. There are
parties of Montagnais hunting for
him, now.”
“They’re wasting their time. He's
gone north."
“I don’t think so!” There was an
interval of silence then the trade
room rattled with Isadore’s metallic
laugh. “McNab, let’s be frank! Just
what did they tell you about Jules
Isadore?”
It was McNab’s turn to laugh. “It
wasn’t complimentary. They seem
to think you know something about
the drowning of those six men.”
The muscles in Finlay’s body
tightened as he listened.
“I do,” Isadore replied, in a voice
as cool as wind off frozen tundra.
“My people found two bodies and
the Indians picked up pieces of ca
noes the year before that. But here’s
my proposition, McNab. It means
comfort for you and your family for
life. Man, I’ll make you rich if you
show the brains I think you’ve got.”
“You mean—you’ve struck gold
on the Waswanipi?”
“I have. And I’m here to cut you
in on it.”
Finlay could hear Red’s breath
slowly leave his mouth. So Isa
dore had been protecting a gold
strike on the river! That was the
answer to it all.
“Gold! You’ve found gold in those
sand-bars?”
“They're as rich as the beaches
were at Nome, McNab. And I’m
offering you an interest. Are you
listening?”
“Am I listening? Man, you’ve
knocked me flat as a wind-fall! A
glass of scotch with you, Isadore,
on your good luck!”
“And your good luck, McNab!”
The neck of a bottle clicked against
glasses as the drinks were poured.
“But before we talk business I want
to ask you if this fake surveyor told
you he shot three men and wounded
another?”
“Shot three men? Why—what
lor?”
“I don’t know, but he murdered
them in cold blood. He’s a gunman,
a dead shot, sent here by a Mon
treal syndicate to locate our placer
strike.”
“To avoid ^ rush of prospectors
in here we’ve never registered our
claims. The minute we did that the
lake would be over-run. But they’ve
found out we ship gold to Montreal.
So they're out to jump us. Of course
he can make a map. He’s a mining
engineer.”
Red’s fingers closed on Finlay’s
arm as McNab exploded: “Well, I’ll
be skinned! A gunman! Killer!
That’s what he's here for! To locate
your gold strike!”
“Exactly!”
The conversation below was ap
proaching the boiling point for the
three men rigid in the fur-loft.
“Well, I’m waiting for your propo
sition, Isadore.”
"Just a minute until I give you
the picture. Finlay’s going back up
the Waswanipi to hunt for our placer
beds. And he’s going to disappear.
He’ll either drown as the other men
did, in that white-water, or the Mon
tagnais will wipe out his party. When
the police are sent in here to investi
gate, they’ll blame me for losing
control of my Indians and not notify
ing the authorities. They may even
charge me with knowing too much
about those men who were
drowned!”
“All right! Where do I come in,
Isadore?”
“You’re going to say when they
take your testimony that you know
“My whiskey? That's a criminal
offense!”
that the river is almost impassable
water and you believe that the other
parties and Finlay’s men drowned.
But to your knowledge the Indians
went completely out of control this
summer over this evil eye supersti
tion; that your own Indians brought
you rumors that the Waswanipi Mon
tagnais were hunting for Finlay and
that he never had a show to get out
alive anyway.”
“Well, that’s the truth!” blurted
McNab. “If he went back yester
day, as you say, I don’t believe he’ll
ever be heard from.”
“You’re a partner after my own
heart!” chuckled Isadore. “He nev
er will!”
McNab cleared his throat. "Now
about this partnership!”
Isadore clapped his glass on the
table. “I’m offering you a fifth in
terest in the business, one thousand
shares of Waswanipi Gold, Limited,
when we incorporate. Last year
that fifth interest ran into five fig
ures, Duncan McNab.”
"Five figures! Great Jehoshaphat!
You must have struck a bonanza!"
The silence which followed seemed
the measure of the Scotchman’s
amazement.
Isadore’s callous laugh brought
McNab back to realities. “We have
struck a bonanza and I’m cutting
you in on it. Here’s a thousand,
now, in two five hundred dollar bills,
as evidence of my good faith and to
bind our bargain. Now, McNab, are
you with me?”
“Five hundred dollar bills! First
ones I ever saw! But wait! You
mean to say you're handing me a
fifth interest in your gold strike for
telling the police what I know is the
truth?”
Finlay had not misjudged his
man. McNab was playing to a fare
thee-well the part of the dazed trad
er in his first contact with big busi
ness.
“Just that, my friend!” Isadore
answered. “Of course, whatever
happens, you’re going to defend your
property and your partner. You’re
going to fight for your own! But to
the police you’re a silent partner,
understand? You’re still a Hudson's
Bay man.”
“I understand. Put it there, Isa
dore! I'm with you!”
“Good! Here's luck to Waswanipi
Gold, Limited, and the owners, Isa
dore, Blondell and McNab!”
Again McNab cleared his throat.
“Now—a—what do you say to a bit
of writing, so there may be no mis
understanding and everything'll be
shipshape!”
Finlay’s elbow found Malone’s
ribs. There spoke the true Scot.
“Get him on paper, McNab!” Gar
ry breathed. “We’ll use that some
day—if we live.”
"Ah—yes, of course,” Isadore as
sented. “Give me a pen and pa
per.” .
Shortly the men in the loft heard
McNab read aloud:
"For value received and in consid
eration of his future services I,
Jules Isadore, President of Was
wanipi Gold, Limited, of Montreal,
hereby bargain, sell and assign one
thousand shares of the common
stock of said company, when issued,
to Duncan McNab, now of Mata
gami Lake.
“Waswanipi Gold, Limited
“By Jules Isadore,
“President.”
“How’s that, McNab?”
“Fine! And it’s mighty generous
of you, Isadore. I’ll never forget
it.”
There was the sound of voices out
side the trade-house. The door
creaked on its hinges.
“What’s the matter, Labelle?”
asked Isadore.
“Cornin’ on to blow, soon! Beeg
wind cloud een sout’-wes’! We gotta
start to camp at de inlet."
“All right, I’ll be with you in a
minute!”
The men left the trade-house.
“McNab,” said Isadore, pushing
back his chair, “you’re a shrewd
man and know where your bread’s
buttered. Stick with me and I’ll
make you rich!” The ice suddenly
returned to Isadore's voice. “But if
you change your mind—if the police
scare you and you double-cross me,
you won’t live long! Understand me.
McNab?” Isadore snapped his An
gers. “You’ll disappear like that!”
But the trader laughed, “You
think I’m crazy, Isadore?” he blurt
ed, and Finlay was relieved. “Leave
the police to me, man. I’ll handle
them. We’re partners now, aren’t
we? You’ve cut me in on a bonan
za! Don’t worry about Duncan Mc
Nab!”
The two men left the trade-room
bound for the shore. Shortly the
put-put of the outboard motor drift
ed up from the lake. With a grunt
of relief Red rolled over on his back
and stretched his long arms as
Blaise and Garry sat up.
“So it’s placer gold on the Waswa
nipi he’s covering up, after all! What
a line of hooey he handed McNab!
And did McNab do a job on him?”
“We may have use for that fake
bill of sale, some day. Well, Blaise,
how about it?”
“Kiputch!” Blaise grunted, regret
fully. "We make big meestake to
let dat fallar go! He hunt us all de
more hard now he t’ink he got Mc
Nab in his pocket!”
“That’s true! He'll make the lake
hot for us, now, but we haven’t
got the evidence I want, yet. What
puzzles me, Red, is this plane from
the Bay. It doesn’t At into the pic
ture.”
McNab found his guests waiting in
the trade-room. “Well, how was
that?” the Scotchman chuckled.
“McNab, you’d have made a great
actor! It was perfect!”
“A Afth interest in Waswanipi
Gold, when issued!” exploded Mc
Nab. “He must think I’m a numb
skull to swallow that. It’ll never
be issued. If he gets out of this
scrape, all he has to do is to incorpo
rate under another name and Mc
Nab holds the bag. It took will
power, Sergeant, not to smash that
sneering face of his. He forgot I’m
Scotch.”
“So am I,” Garry laughed. "But
Isadore s badly worried. He knows
he’ll need your help with the police.”
“Anyhow, I’m richer by a thou
sand dollars, if it’s not counterfeit.”
“That’s also evidence we may
use,” said Garry. “Well, if this
storm blows over, we’re going to
paddle all night, so we’ll say good
by.”
Red lingered behind as Garry and
Blaise left the room.
“I want a word with you, Mr.
McNab, before we go,” he said.
The trader stared curiously into
Red's candid, blue eyes. “Well,
constable, what’s on your mind?”
“Thistle!”
“Thistle? Why, you’ve only known
her since yesterday.”
“That's true.” Malone’s eyes were
dark with the intensity of his feel
ing. “But it didn’t take us long—
to And out. I just waht to tell you
that I’m coming back here. She’ll
be waiting for me.”
McNab’s bushy brows pulled down
over his searching eyes as he stud
ied Malone’s bronzed face, shot with
freckles. "I didn’t realize — you
two—”
“It seems sudden, I know. I’ve 1
never believed in it. But it’s true.
Thistle and I knew last night that
it was—that way with us. I love
her, and don’t fear. I’ll come back
through hell for her!”
(TO DF. CONTINUED)
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New Club Is a WOW
A DD to the list of unusual Ameri
can clubs a new one that's def
initely a WOW!
It’s the Wheelers of the World club
and it’s made up of people named
Wheeler—that is. those Wheelers
who are "agin’ Burton K. and for
‘Fighting Joe.' ’’ Its purpose, say
its sponsors, is "to revive the spirit
of Fighting Joe and save the faces
of all present-day Wheelers" (at
least, those who don't approve of the
Montana senator’s isolationism),
and its aim is "to raise enough
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and name it the ‘Fighting Joe’
Wheeler."
The man whom they thus pro
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colorful characters in American mil
itary history.
Graduated from West Point in
1859, Wheeler was appointed a lieu
tenant in the United States army
but resigned his commission when
Georgia seceded from the Union.
When he entered the Confederate
army he was first made colonel of
an infantry regiment and command
ed a brigade at the Battle of Shiloh.
‘FIGHTING JOE’ WHEELER
But the next year he was trans
ferred to the cavalry and made a
brigadier general.
Promoted to major-general when
he was only 26 years old, Wheeler
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and in that position rendered invalu
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as raiders, but all too often they
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when they were most needed as
the “eyes of the army” and it is
doubtful if they were ever as valu
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as was “Fighting Joe.”
That was the affectionate nick
name his men gave him soon after
he was transferred to the cavalry
and he proved his right to it during
the remainder of the war. By the
time it was over, he had taken part
in 400 engagements, been wounded
three times and had 16 horses shot
under him. “The gamest little banty
I ever knew” was the tribute one
of his friends paid him—he was only
five feet five inches in height and
weighed only 120 pounds.
After the war he quickly adjusted
himself to peace-time pursuits,
studied law and was repeatedly
elected to congress.
At the outbreak of the Spanish
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blue. In Cuba the little "Georgia
Gamecock” defied his commanding
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huge as Wheeler was small, and led
1,000 men in a wholly unauthorized
but successful fight at Guasimas,
the first battle of the Santiago cam
paign. It was in the fury of this
engagement that “Fighting Joe” is
6aid to have forgotten that he wasn’t
wearing a gray uniform and to have
shouted “Come on, boys, give the
Yankees hell!” He died in 1906 and
was buried in Arlington.
The prime mover in the organiza
tion of the new club to “revive the
spirit of ‘Fighting Joe’ Wheeler” is
Elmer (“Sizzle”) Wheeler of Dal
las, Texas, a nationally known sales
consultant and author of the book
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also president of the Tested Selling
Institute of New York, founded 12 1
years ago to test words and phrases \
for their relative value in making j
people buy things. He tells sales
men "Don't ask if—ask which.” It
was his famous slogan “Don’t sell
the steak—sell the sizzle” that gave
him his nickname.
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