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It was arranged that I come on this boat." There was much waving of handkerchiefs and shouting back and forth as the steamer slowly drew close to the landing. Elliot caught a glimpse of the only people in Kusiak he had known before coming in, but though he waved to them he saw they did not recognize him.
He had found, by some strange freak of chance, much more than he had expected, to find. Using his snowshoe as a shovel, he dug the body free and turned it over. At sight of the face he gave a cry of astonishment. Gordon overslept. His plan had been to reach Kusiak at the end of a long day's travel, but that had meant getting on the trail with the first gleam of light. When he opened his eyes Mrs.
She came up on the Skagit from Seattle." "What is she going to do at Kusiak?" Again the purser grinned. "What do they all do the good-looking ones?" "Get married, you mean?" "Surest thing you know. Girls coming up ask me what to bring by way of outfit. I used to make out a long list. Now I tell them to bring clothes enough for six weeks and their favorite wedding march." "Is this girl engaged?"
He knew your father at Dawson and on Bonanza." The girl was all eagerness. "I'd like to. Does he ever come to Kusiak?" "Nonsense!" cut in Diane sharply. She flashed at Gordon a look of annoyance. "He's nothing but a daft old idiot, my dear." At least three of those present were a little on edge.
His square jaw was set when he turned it back toward Diane. "She isn't going to marry him if I can help it," he said quietly. He walked out of the gate and down the walk toward his hotel. A message was waiting for him there from his chief in Seattle. It called him down the river on business. Inside of an hour the news of the engagement of Macdonald was all over Kusiak.
He hires a fellow to run his car brings him up here from Seattle and then takes the wheel himself every time he rides. I don't somehow see Mac sitting back and letting another man run the machine." It was close to noon before the river boat turned a bend and steamed up to the wharf at Kusiak.
That's what I aim to do with it." "How?" The miner beckoned Elliot closer and whispered in his ear. While Kusiak slept that night the wind shifted. It came roaring across the range and drove before it great scudding clouds heavily laden with sleety snow.
The deep-set eyes of Macdonald clinched with those of his rival. "You cached the rest of the gold, I suppose," he said doggedly. With a lift of his shoulders the younger man answered lightly. "There are none so blind as those who will not see, Mr. Macdonald." He turned to Sheba. "Come. We must make breakfast." "You're going to Kusiak with me," his enemy said bluntly. "After we have eaten, Mr.
"Oh, well!" Diane joined in his laughter. It was one of her good points that she could laugh at herself. "I dare say I do sound like a real estate pamphlet, but it's all true anyhow." Gordon left Kusiak as reluctantly as Wally Selfridge had done, though his reasons for not wanting to go were quite different.
The field agent was startled. "You mean Macdonald?" The brown man chewed his quid steadily. "You done guessed it." "That's absurd, you know. What evidence have you got?" "First off, you'd had trouble with him. It was common talk that when you and Mac met, guns were going to pop. You bought an automatic revolver at the Seattle & Kusiak Emporium two days ago. You was seen practising with it."
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