Part 11 (1/2)

”Yes,” said Jiht track, the thing ”

Carrie hesitated and then n of acquiescence ”I don't like it, Jim, but reckon you can't be moved Anyhow, you'll be cautious”

Jim proet some water Carrie was very staunch, but he did not want her to be disturbed about him He was sorry she had heard hiun he kept in the tent The ga are seldoainst bush ranchers and prospectors who kill deer and grouse for food

”I'd better oil the barrels to keep off the daun”

Carrie watched him push across the top lever and open the breech

”Is that where you put the cartridges?” she asked

”You push the shells forith your thuun--like this!”

”Then all you have to do is to pull the trigger?”

”Not with this type of gun You see, the hammers have rebounded half way, but you o off”

”Suppose you ain?”

”You push the lever sideways, the barrels swing down, and the empty shells jump out That's all!”

”It looks easy,” Carrie reun There's nothingbread”

”Maybe not,” Jake agreed with a grin ”I reckon a bad cook is as dangerous as a bad shot If you un, you have done no haret you every tiun to the tent pole and went off, but Carrie took it down, and carefully opened and shut the breech After doing so once or twice, she was satisfied and put back the gun Then she went to a little bark store where their food was kept, and picking up a bag of flour that had been opened, weighed it in her hand It was lighter than it ought to be, and this had happened before Next she exaone, while when she carefully looked about she noted a few tea leaves on the floor

Carrie did not think she had spilt the tea, and knitted her brows

So food, but the man had not taken much and had tried to do so in a way that would prevent its beingtwice and had cut the pork fronificant, but resolved to say nothing

CHAPTER VIII

JIM KEEPS WATCH

The night was not cold and Jiainst a tree a short distance above theout a track and built a neall to hold up the stones, and in thethe camp would be moved Noas very tired, but he ht

There was a half hts and shadows checkered the hill In some places the trees rose like scattered spires; in others they rolled down the slope in blurred dark ainst the sky The die half-finished look one notes in Canada

In order to banish his drowsiness, Ji memories He knew the North, where he had risked and endured led pines snap under their load of snow and go down in rows before the Arctic gales; he had watched the ice break up and the liberated floods hurl the floes into the forest He had crossed the barren tundra where onlythat stea blizzards, snowslides, crevassed glaciers and rotten ice were things he knew; there were scars on his body he had got in stubborn fights So far he had conquered; but he owned that he had had enough, and tried to picture the Old Country his father talked about Its woods were not priales and scorched by fires; row

White farardens and orchards dotted the valleys; the narrow fields were rich with grass and corn Then there onderful old houses, stored with treasures of art