The Challenge of the North

him. Someone passed upon the street. "See who that was?" asked the officer maliciously, for he knew all the town gossip. Hedin scarcely heard the question. "It was McN

ht, like she was a Saturday, with a guy that goes after 'em like Wentworth! Call it gay if the

and a dilapidated board fence. The young man stared in surprise as he waited for the other to regain his feet. The officer's words had roused a sudden

pace, and walking leisurely to his hotel, hastily made up a light pack. Passing around to the rear, he took his skis from their place, walking to the edge of town, fast

e charge against him as best he could, or he could keep going. It was only a fe

until only Wentworth was left. Wentworth! If he could only prove it! He remembered that someone had casually remarked that morning at breakfast that Wentworth had gone North for old John McNabb. He had heard McNabb mention some pulp-wood lands in the North. Gods Lake, wasn't it? Why, Gods Lake post was old Dugald Murchison's post! Hedin r

he whole story. Murchison would help him, and if Wentworth were innocent, then he, Hedin would return to Terrace City

sing his pack aside, he scooped a hole in the snow, built a tiny fire of balsam twigs, and melted some water in his drinking cup. Then, setting a small hand mirror upon the log, he produced his razor and proceeded to shave off h

started to skirt the swamp. Then suddenly he halted in his tracks. There was a mig

evolver. Beyond the revolver he saw the grinning face of Mike Duffy, erstw

olks, but you hain't fooled me none, special' as I be'n layin' in the brush