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When we get up to Fort McMurray," and he chuckled, "you boys can read your newspapers, if you can find any, out of doors after eleven o'clock." "Fort McMurray?" broke in young Zept. "Where's that?" "Way up in the wilderness," responded Norman, laughing. "Looks as if we're going to beat you into the northland." Instantly the young Count caught Norman by the arm and stopped him.
Such events in the history of the Northern rivers were in the old days momentous. Their only ceremony had been the parting "Bon jour" of the policeman. "In the old days," suggested Norman, "in the days that our friend Paul would have loved, the voyageurs had a song for a time like this." "The riverman's song of farewell," spoke up young Zept with animation. "I wish I knew one."
Nor was Count Zept anywhere to be seen. The Indian wives of the crew sat around their little tepee fires, but between them and their husbands passed no sign of emotion or farewell; this, in spite of the fact that no one on the boats might expect to return for several weeks. It began to grow cooler and finally the night fog began to fall over the swift brown river.
For some moments the visitors attempted to join in the conversation between the Indians and Paul, but the conditions were such that the young aviators soon lost interest and they invited young Zept to return to the stateroom for a game of cards. "Not now," protested the Count, dropping into a seat opposite the Indians again. "My friends here are great Frenchmen.
You've got to have men on the river and I know I'm as good as any Indian, except Moosetooth of course." Everyone smiled except Mr. Zept. "And I know there are a lot of things that I could do in camp. I wouldn't be any good about the airship, I know, but I can shoot and I know I can stand anything that anyone else can. "Young man," broke in Mr.
The remainder of the day was utilized by the young aviators in compactly packing their personal belongings, and in the evening the two young men had dinner at the Zept home. The young Count, whom they had not seen since the day before when he accompanied Colonel Howell at the closing exercises of the Stampede, was present and nervously enthusiastic.
The boys found it almost impossible to lift one of the oars. "I can see now," panted Roy, as he looked over the tree-like sweep, "where experience comes in." At the noon meal, Count Zept reported that Athabasca Landing was certainly a live town.
"If you have, just send me word. We might start a few horse ranches up there." As the train sped on and all had adjusted themselves to the limits of their little room, after a time Mr. Zept spoke again: "I wish I had the time to go up there with you," he began, "but of course, that's impossible. I'm going to see you away from Edmonton in good shape.
Colonel Howell left at once to give orders about the placing of his cars, and Norman and Roy were dispatched to the Indian camp to find Moosetooth and La Biche, who were to go a short distance up the river and bring the waiting flatboats down to a point opposite the freight cars. This duty appeared to interest young Zept and he cheerfully joined the other boys in their task.
Zept wants Paul to stay at home a while, as I get it, to make some changes in him if he can." "What do you mean?" asked Norman. "But I can guess it it's in his face. And it isn't cigarettes either." "Right," answered Roy. "We call it booze out here, but in the young man's circle in Paris I reckon it wouldn't be worse than wine. Anyway, they say, young as he is, that's one of his pleasures.
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