The Giddings Star (Giddings, Tex.), Vol. 2, No. 42, Ed. 1 Friday, January 16, 1942 Page: 3 of 8
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THE GIDDINGS STAR
2) Vanished Men 12
23 By GEORGE MARSH kne Pstshl Co Ba 1
THE STORY SO FAR: Six men trav.
eled the Chibougamau trail and six
men died. Later they were report-
ed drowned. Murder is suspected.
Garry Finlay, brother of one of the six;
Red Malone, Mounted Police offeers,
* * *
As Lise followed Corinne into the
house to change into a bathing suit
she wondered how far she could
trust her—how much Corinne really
knew.
They paddled slowly up the shore
of the lake. The nose of the boat slid
into the sand. Dropping her blouse
and slacks in the canoe and adjusting
her rubber cap, Lise stepped out
into the shallow water followed by
Corinne. Walking out to her knees,
Lise made a long, shallow dive and
swam away, revelling in the refresh-
ing coolness of the water.
"Don’t go so far, Lise!" called
Corinne. “Stay here with me! I’m
afraid to go out there!"
Lise turned back.
“Great, isn't it, after this heat?”
said Corinne, stretching on the sand.
"Wish we’d brought our lunch!”
But the thoughts of the girl were
of the rock a hundred feet away, at
the edge of the beach. Had Finlay
returned and left a note for her?
And how was she to get it?
Lise waded out and plunged in
again. Swimming in a wide circle
she left the water opposite the quartz
rock at the edge of the beach and
casually walked past it. Her heart
suddenly picked up its beat. The
corner of an oilskin wrapper was
visible. The letter was there!
She rejoined Corinne who said:
"You know, this morning 1 asked
Jules if he was going to bring
oharges against Finlay for murder
when he went south. Do you know
what he said?"
“I can't guess.”
“He said it wouldn't be neces-
sary.”
“Meaning?”
"Why, that Finlay would disap-
pear, I suppose. Lise, I’m afraid
to stay here. I'm going to make
Felix Blondell take me back with
him. I want to get out of this and
you should, too!"
Lise sat up. Her dark face was
suddenly taut and desperate. "You
remember what Jules told me about
Felix Blondell?”
"Yes, it was rotten! And 1 think
be meant it! He’s as hard as stone.
When Blondell comes, you sleep with
• pistol under the pillow!”
"I will and I’ll use it!”
MI believe you would. He's vile
when he’s drunk and you know how
they’ll drink. He's due in a week.”
Lise was planning how to get the
note unobserved. At last she had
an idea. She rose, took her blouse
and slacks from the canoe and re-
leasing the neck band of her bathing
suit dropped it around her hips.
"What are you doing?” demanded
Corinne.
“My swim suit’s not dry. I'm go-
ing to spread it on that hot rock.”
Lise slipped the suit to her knees,
stepped out, got into her slacks and
put on the blouse. Then she took
the suit to the rock and spread it to
dry. When Corinne rose, turning
her back, and went to the canoe,
Lise reached under the rock and
hid the wrapped note inside her
blouse, which was tucked into her
slacks.
On the way back to the post Lise
could feel the wrapped note inside
her blouse with every stroke of her
paddle. It comforted her. Hurry-
ing to her room, she opened it and
read:
INSTALLMENT SEVENTEEN
and Blaise, half-breed guide, posing as
surveyors, arrive at Nottaway to inves-
tigate. Isadore, rich fur man, is thought
to have made a gold strike and aims to
Keep prospectors out. Later, they visit
Isadore, rich fur man, al his mag-
* * * * * * *
"And the Indians leave then ca-
noes at the clearing?”
"Ah-hah."
“So we land on the opposite side
of the island, behind the tent?”
"Yes."
"Then Garry and 1 wait at the
edge of the clearing to back you
and Wabistan up when the trouble
starts?”
“You are in de bush by big Jack-
pine. It will be black dere. Dey
will not see you but you see and
hear dem.”
"Red," said Finlay, "this whole
show is going to depend on the
breaks we get. Blaise thinks it can
be done. I'm not so sure, but it’s
worth trying. If it doesn’t work,
we’re in a trap. We’ll never get off
that island. But unless something
happens pretty quick we can’t last
much longer on this lake, anyway.”
“You’re right, chief,” admitted
Red.
"If Blaise is wrong, God help us!
But what a dog-fight it’ll be there in
the moonlight!
"It's one of the boldest and clev-
erest ideas I've ever heard of,” said
Garry. “We may have trouble jus-
tifying it at headquarters but we're
committed now.”
"I’ll say it's an idea. But it may
lose us our jobs, chief; and you
close to promotion!”
“Our jobs won’t be important if
they bury us. Red. Tonight three
“What are you doing?”
demanded Corinne.
more may be snuffed out on
Chibougamau Trail.”
the
nificent home and meet Lise, his ster
daughter. Finlay falls in love with es
They learn that Isadore’s men *
Tele Blanche are hunting them Severs
weeks later Lise went swimming
Corinne, her mother.
*
their agony. Demons and fiends
screeched and bellowed in a mad
cacophony of horror. At last a voice
rose through the octaves to a wail
wnich chilled the blood as it died
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"Dearest Girl:
"We're back but they've been
hunting us so hard that we haven’t
moved in daylight. At least twenty
canoes have been combing the shores
looking for us. We move only at
night 1 can’t write what 1 want to
say. This note might be found. I
can't tell you where I am or meet
you now. Next week look for in-
structions. Pack a bag with clothes
and wait for the word. Courage! All
will come out if you are brave and
I know you are. I'm still living those
last moments on your beach. I love
you, Lise Demarais! If Blondell
comes before you hear from me,
sleep with and always carry your
gun. Try to be patient and wait for
my message. It will be soon. Cour-
age, brave heart! I love you!
“Garry."
She threw herself on her bed and
tried for sheer joy. He hadn’t for-
gotten! He loved her.
CHAPTER XVII
The yellow orange of a moon that
hung above the indigo ridges be-
yond Waswanipi was full. The mo-
ment had arrived. Wobistan had
learned that the medicine-lodge was
to stand in front of the great Medi-
cine-Stone in a clearing on a certain
island. It was one of the many
places where the old sorcerers had
invoked the spirits.
"He set his tent close to de scrub,”
Blaise explained, "so he go in and
out and dey not see him."
"You say the mob will all be in
front but not near the tent?" asked
Red, as they ate their supper in
their hidden camp.
"All in front but he will not let
dem come near," said Blaise. "De
spirit is shy and will not talk if
Montagnais are close," he added
with a grimace.
The Waswanipi wilderness dozed
under the spell of the full August
moon.
One by one, dark shapes of ca-
noes crossed a shimmering ribbon
of moonlight bound for the island of
the Medicine-Stone.
Long since Wabistan and his son
had left. Garry and Red stood on
the shore, silent. Finlay was won-
dering if the plane from the south
was anchored to the buoys in front
of Isadore’s—wondering if he would
ever again look into Lise Demarais’
dark eyes, when Blaise touched him
on the shoulder.
“All right! We go!"
The three men left their rifles in
the Peterboro beached at the foot of
a steep bank and worked across the
small island.
“What a mob!” whispered Red.
"Must be fifty or sixty! Where’s
Wabistan?”
"I don’t see him, but he’s there
somewhere with his friends. He'll
talk when the time comes!"
Near the Medicine-Stone stood the
conjuror’s tent.
“There’s the medicine-lodge I”
muttered Red. “Small, isn't it!”
"Red, I think 1 see Batoche—the
bird with the hat pulled over his
eyes!"
"The Isadore mob's all there,
backing up Kinebik!”
“We've got to get closer," whis-
pered Garry. "If anything starts
we’re too far away."
Inch by inch the two worked near-
er to the clearing drenched with
light.
"Look!” Red nudged the man be-
side him. "They're passing a bot-
tle!”
Suddenly, silence dropped like a
blanket over the clearing. The faces
of the Montagnais were turned to-
ward the medicine-lodge.
“Kinebik’s in the tipi. Red! See it
shake?"
Shortly there rose the muffled
beating of the conjuror's caribou-
hide drum accompanied by a low
sing-song. The shell-rattle joined in
and the beat quickened. The lis-
teners in the clearing strained for-
ward where they sat. Louder
crooned the voice of the shaman in
a rhythmic chant. The sorcerer was
a superb mimic. His voice ran the
gamut of the voices of the night.
The voice agein ceased, and the
audience sat in awed wonder. Then
from the tent drifted maniacal sob-
bing. Creatures in torment shrieked
over the moon-bathed forest.
A silence so tense that it vibrated
in the ears like sound, followed.
Then a sepulchral voice startled the
cowed Montagnais. A spirit was
speaking!
“Montagnais, 1 come from the
spirit places at the call of my broth-
er, Kinebik. 1 have traveled far
from the land where the sun sleeps.
My brother’s heart is sick. The lit-
tle children are bewitched by the
Evil Eye of the white men and die.
Drive these white strangers from
Waswanipi or the women will wail
in the tipis of the Montagnais
through the Long Snows!"
Suddenly the painted walls of the
medicine-lodge visibly shook and
swayed. The conjuror was about to
invoke another spirit voice. A low
cough was cut off short and the skin
tipi was again motionless.
Presently, a voice so shrill, so
penetrating that it tortured the ears,
quavered over the clearing It
soared thinner and thinner. Then it
descended to moan and roar like a
March drifter on the barrens, later
to drop lower until it boomed with
the sudden thunder of ice split by
frost.
Then the voice cut high and clear
through the silence. "Montagnais,
I have heard the voice of Kinebik,
the Wabeno, who speaks with the
split tongue of the snake. It was no
spirit who talked. The voice was his
own. He is a false shaman who
destroys the young men with the
whiskey of Tete-Blanche."
There were startled murmurs of
dissent. The voice went on.
“The white men were sent by the
Fathers at Ottawa. Isadore fears
them for he has broken the law and
given whiskey to the Montagnais.
If the white men are killed, the
red coats will come and the Mon-
tagnais will be punished. The chil-
dren are no longer sick. There was
no Evil Eye. It was the lie of Kine-
bik, Isadore’s servant. Why does
he not answer? He is here in the tipi.
He is afraid and is silent for the
knows he has lied. Even now meg
Blanche is here with whiskey to del
stroy the young men?"
The clearing was in a chattering
uproar. In the murk Finlay and
Red waited the outcome with drawn
guns.
“My people, the true spirit has
spoken and has gone! Why has not
Kinebik answered? Have his words
choked in his throat? Follow me and
we shall learn!”
The old man strode boldly to the
medicine-lodge. Crawling into it
from the rear he re-appeared, drag-
ging a limp shape. Wabistan rolled
the body on its back. .The moon-
light shone full on the glazed eyes
and the swollen face with protrud-
ing tongue of Kinebik.
The chief turned to those who had
had courage to follow.
“Look, Montagnais, the lies of
Kinebik have choked him! The spirit
has punished him for speaking with
a split tongue!”
Two men pushed through the cir-
cle of gaping Indians and bent over
the conjuror. One of them, with ,
white hair and features knotted with
rage, turned to the group and cried
in Montagnais:
“Montagnais, you are fools! Kine- 1
bik was strangled! It was the plot
of the white men! They are here on
the island! Hunt the men who killed
Kinebik!”
"No!” shouted Wabistan. "It was
the good spirit that choked the lies
in Kinebik’s throat!"
Instantly a milling mass of Indians
surrounded Kinebik's body. There
were cries of, "Kill the white men!"
answered by shouts: "It was the
work of the spirit! Kinebik was a
false shaman!”
In the gloom at the edge of the
clearing two men with cocked pis-
tols listened. "Wabistan is safe!"
said Finlay. “He doesn't need us
now! Tete-Blanche will soon start
to hunt us! We’d better meet Blaise
at the canoe!”
They moved swiftly across the is
land but Blaise was not at the canoe
under the steep shore. Finlay was
cold with apprehension.
“What could have happened. Red!
He should be here!”
“He’s in trouble,” said Malone.
“They’ll follow the shore path
soon, nosing for our canoe!” mut-
tered Garry. "If they reach us.
don't fire unless we're cornered. It
will only draw the rest and we ve
got to get Blaise. God bless his foxy
old bones! It was magnificent! He
snuffed that shaman out without •
round!"
“Listen! They're moving this way
now, along the shore!"
"You're right, Red! Stand by this
path and we'll club 'em with our
guns! Don't fire unless they come
too thick! We must get Blaise!"
Brush snapped up the shore. The
hunt had started. A dry stick broke
directly behind Finlay and he whirled
with raised gun There was a low
"Shish!" A hand touched his shoul-
der. “We move quick!" whispered
Blaise. “Dey are close behin’ mel”
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