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PART III. “Thoreau lives on this creek," Bro- kaw said. “How much farther is It?" Raw maul. ALVIV nun... -... v “Fifteexi or sixteen miles,” replied Billy. “You’ll last just about five, Brokaw. I won’t last that long unless you take these things OE and give me the use of my arms.” T “To knock out my brains when I ain’t looking," growled Brokaw. “1 guessâ€"before longâ€"you’ll be willing to tell where the Indian’s shack is.” He kicked his way through a drift of snow to the smoother surface of the stream. There was a breath of wind in their faces, and Billy bowed his head to it. In the hours of his great, est loneliness and despair Billy had kept up his fighting spirit by thinking of pleasant things, and now, as he followed in Brokaw’s trail, he began to think of home. It was not hard for him to bring up visions of the girl wife who would probably never know‘ how he had died. He forgot Brokaw. 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There had come a l the change in Brokaw's face. Its deter-j ind mination and confidence were gone.l his At last the iron mask of the law was mt, broken, and there shone through it had something of the emotions and the jug brotherhood of man. He was fumbling he in one of his pockets, and drew out gan the key to the handcuffs. It was a for small key, and he held it between girl stiffened fingers with difficulty. He 10w knelt down beside Billy. The key- _aw, hole was filled with snow. It took a my, long timeâ€"ten minutesâ€"before the ,ace key fitted in and the lock clicked. He that helped to tear off the cuffs. Billy felt and no sensation as the bits of skin and flesh came with them. Brokaw gave was and him a hand, and assisted him to rise. and For the first time he spoke. cold. It was Brokaw who brought him back into the reality of things. The sergeant stumbled and fell in a drift and Billy fell over him. “Guess you’ve got m5 beat, Billy,” he said. “Where’s the Indian’s?” He drew his automatic Savage from its holster and tossed it in the snow- drift. The shadow of a smile passed grime over his face. Billy looked about him. They had stopped where the frozen path of a' smaller stream joined the creek. He raised one of his stiffening arms and pointed to it. Ifyou use a Was Machine. soak Sf: (:10th in the Ringo ad: a: . Inthc mm ;d mar? R' solution and war the machine. Then rinse and :1 you will have a c can sweet snow - white wash. “ LEVER BROTHERS LIMITED TORONTO 11-4-27 “Follow the creekâ€" you’ll come to Indian said. the Indian’s shack easy, “I guess mebby you’re a man, Bro- kaw,” said Billy quietly. “You’ve done what you thought was your duty. You have kept your word to th’ law, an’ I believe you’ll keep your word with me. If I say the word that’ll save us now will you go back to headquarters an’ report me dead?” report me dead?” For a full half minute their eyes did not waver. Then Brokaw said: “No.” Billy dropped his hand. It was Brokaw’s hand that fell on his arm 110W. “I can’t do that,” he said. “In ten years I ain’t run out the white flag once. It’s something that ain’t known in the service. There ain’t a coward in it, or a man who’s afraid to die. But I’ll play you square. I’ll wait until we’re both on our feet again and then I’ll give you twenty-four hours the start of me.” Billy was smiling now. His hand reached out. Brokaw’s met it, and the two joined in a grip that their numb fingers scarcely felt. “Do you know,” said Billy softly,l "there’s been somethin’ runnin’ in my head ever since we left the burning cabin. It’s something my mother taught me: ‘Do unto others as you’d have others do unto you.’ I'm a dâ€"â€"â€" fool, ain’t I? But I’m goin’ to try the experiment, Brokaw, an’ see what comes of it. I could drop in a snowâ€" drift an’ let you go onâ€"to die. Then I could save myself. But I’m going to take your wordâ€"~an’ do the other thing. I’ve got a match.” “A match!” “Just one. I remember dropping it in my pants pocket yesterday when I was out on the trail. It’s in this pock- et. Your hand is in better shape than mine. Get it.” Life had leaped into Brokaw’s face. He thust his hand into Billy’s pocket, staring at him as he fumbled, as if fearing that he had lied. When he ‘drew his hand out the match was be- tween his fingers. ‘,‘Ah!” he whispered excitedly. “Don’t get nervous,” warned Billy. “It’s the only one.” Brokaw’s eyes were searching the low timber along the shore. I‘V‘Tvla-ere’é a birch tree," he cried. “Hold itâ€"while I gather a pile of bark He gave the match to Billy, and. staggered through the snow to the, bank. Strip after strip of the loosebark he tore from the tree. Then he gathered it in a heap in the shelter of a long-hanging spruce, and added dry sticks, and still more bark, to it.: When it was ready he stood with his hands in his pockets, and looked at Billy. “If we had a stone, an’ a piece oti paper~â€"” he began. Billy thrust a hand that felt like lifeless lead inside his shirt‘and fumbâ€"l led in a pocket he had made there. Brokaw watched him with red, eager eyes. The hand reappeared and in it was the buckskin wrapped photograph he had seen the night before. Billy took off the buckskin. About the pic- ture there was a bit of tissue paper. He gave this and the match to Bro- kaw. “There’s a little gunâ€"file in the pock- et the match came from," he said. “I had it mending a trapâ€"chain. You can scratch the match on that." He turned so that Brokaw could reach into the pocket, and the manl hunter thrust in his hand. When he‘ brought it forth he held the file. There‘ was a smile on Billy’s frostbitten face as he held the picture for a moment under Brokaw’s eyes. Billy’s ownl hands had ruffled up the girl’s shining‘ curls an instant before the picture was taken, and she was laughing at him when the camera clicked. "It’s all up to her, Brokaw,” Billy said gently. “I told you that last night. It was she who woke me up before the fire got us. If you ever prayedrpray a little now. For she’s going to strike that match!” He still looked at the picture as Brokaw knelt beside the pile he had imade, He heard the scratch of the match on the file, but his eyes did not [Mn-n, The living. breathing face of turn. '1'. the most was spea nicture. swaye‘ ['7 had a stone, an’ a piece of ‘he livi beauti 11(ng tc His it four milesâ€"and Joe’s shack,” he ft for a moment. It was from Brokaw. The sergeant’s face was terrible to behold. He rose to his feet, swaying~ his hands clutched at his breast. 1 “The niatchwwent-wutâ€"J’ He staggered up to Billy, his eyes like a madman’s. Billy swayed dizzily. He laughed, even as he crumpled down' in the snow. As if in a dream he saw Brokaw stagger off on the frozen trail. He saw him disappear into {hopeless effort to reach the Indian’s lshack. And then a strange darkness lclosed him in, and in that darkness he heard still the sweet voice of his wife. 1 It spoke his name again and again, and it urged him to Wake lipâ€"wake upâ€"wake up! It seemed a long time before he could respond to it. But at last he opened his eyes. He dragged himself to his knees, and looked first to find Brokaw. But the man hunter had goneâ€"forever. The picture was still in his hand. Less distinctly than before he saw the girl smiling at him. lAnd themâ€"at his backâ€"Jhe heard a strange and new sound. 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