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Zept, the journey northward on the new road began. The privacy of the special car at once disappeared. The unusual jam was due to the impassable condition of the stage trail. Into the special car there came not only hunters and traders, but many women and children who had prevailed upon the railway officials to help them forward on the last stage of their journey into the river land.
It was necessary at once to introduce Colonel Howell to young Zept. As the oil man heard the name, his face brightened anew. "You're not the son of Jack Zept, are you?" the colonel asked as he grasped the young man's hand. "John C. Zept is my father's name," answered the Count. "He's a horse ranchman. Do you know him?" The colonel chuckled. "Of course," he answered hastily.
Reaching the hotel, Colonel Howell alighted to prepare his luggage and see to telegrams and mail. Mr. Zept stopped with him while Paul took the young aviators to their homes. A short time later the motor picked up Mr. Zept and his guest and carried them to the Zept home. Despite his general knowledge of his old friend's wealth, Colonel Howell was surprised at the sight of his host's home.
Somewhat to the surprise of the younger members of the party, Mr. Zept had joined them. The corners of the stateroom and the near-by vestibule of the car were crammed with the personal belongings of those headed for Fort McMurray.
"And, of course, if they have any extra time, the Kansas men have been in the business long enough to know how to do that. They might save me a lot of work when I get up there, if they're on the job," concluded Colonel Howell. "A good deal like grub-staking a man, isn't it?" asked Mr. Zept. "Not much," retorted the oil man with decision. "They're all on my pay roll and they're all working for me.
A wave of his hand indicated that any condition would be met. "I want him to go with me but I'll only take him as my guest." "Hill," said Mr. Zept, after looking his friend directly in the eye, "I knew from the moment we first made camp together up on the Peace, that you were the real stuff. I haven't any way to thank you."
He was also a character whom most men in that part of the country were proud to count as a friend. Among those of her own sex, Mrs. Zept occupied about the same position. When the flurry of questions concerning Mr. Zept's determination to send his son as a member of the party had died somewhat, it was perfectly plain that both Mrs. Grant and Mrs. Moulton had new thoughts on the proposition.
But to the young aviators, life in the cabin or the woods was not a wholly new story. Overnight they had talked of an expensive camera, but when they found that young Zept was provided with a machine with a fine lens, they put aside this expenditure, and the most expensive item of their purchases was a couple of revolvers automatics.
When Roy called at Norman's house the next morning, on his way to the Stampede Grounds, he spoke of some new information he had picked up the night before. "I found out last night," he began at once, "that everything isn't as sunshiny in the Zept home as it might be. Our new friend, the Count, I was told by some friends, got a pretty early start in the fast life of Paris. Mr.
We could get as far as the passenger train goes and there we'd be stalled. Looks like I'd have to do some hustling." "You can go in an automobile," suggested young Zept, who apparently had secured some information about the country. But Colonel Howell shook his head. "There are only two automobiles in that service and they're both stuck somewhere in the mud between here and the Landing.
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