Chapter 7 -A MAN OF THE "MOUNTED."

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to take down and pack their radio outfit. As it lay in the opposite direction from that taken by the Indians who, moreover,

ese reported the Indian camp pitched some two miles in their rear and that, u

hat Lupo has been behind us all the way, if what I suspect is true, name

ll the time, Mr. Farnum," said Bob,

um n

y be that Lupo started late and has b

htful silence, M

rness to hunt may have deceived this spy. But then, later, word would reach him from Seattle of my identity. Not that it is commonly known. But if some traitor close to Anderson is trading on Farrell's secret, my

s Lupo," said Farnum

their trail, but at a greater distance in the rear? Or did he plan to encircle them and lie in ambush ahea

sion, "don't you consider it quite likely that Lupo intends t

mpton

r only one purpose, and that is, to dispose of us. We were lucky this time by reason of the fact that they

g Summer, when daylight never fails," said Frank. "Th

s it easier. But from now on, we shal

the party, Farnum, Dick and Art being gathered about him as well as the b

" he asked. "Would it be better to set Dick and Art to watch th

showed approval of the plan. Farnum struck his for

I had been awake," he confessed. "Dick, Art,

wo no

m afoot. That last portage is only four miles back, an' we can ca

undoubtedly intends to continue our pursuit, and won't let our trail go cold. Consequently, you will be near us. I think

more loquacious of the pair. "

wo, guns at the trail, the pair struck swiftly on the back trail,

Let's get going. Can you manage y

mpton

e said. "Probably we'll be asking one of t

versation began that lasted a long time. What Mr. Hampton and Farnum were saying could not be heard, for the gap between the two canoes, though not great, was considerable. Moreover, they spoke in low tones. But t

ing too monotonous, anyw

he best Indian wrestler now, won't you?"

en't been in a match with anybody for some time. Here was your chance, and you went and let it slip away from you. But, don't worry, perhaps

were in a precarious situation. They were deep in the far northern wilderness. An enemy of superior numbers dogged their heels. In all that vast country, was none to whom they could look for help. But, for all that, they saw no occasion to wo

ng. All were tiring rapidly, for not only was their number reduced by the absence of Dick and Art, and the work made correspondingly hea

lake. Here, in a secluded cove, convenient to the stream on which they had been traveling, they were ab

e over there?" h

ton put up the field glasses which he always carried strapped to him, and also saw t

-Indian, Eskimo, and the occasional prospector. That smoke doesn't indicate a big fire. Must be only one man, or maybe, two. Let's investiga

arnum raised his voice in a hail. A moment later an answering shout came back. Then a figure stepped from the trees to the little stretc

in a low voice, turning his head slightly

rthwest-of the Cana

he doi

. But we'll s

r, a tall bronzed man, as they appr

paddle, he leaped from the bow into the water, as the forefoot of the canoe grated lightly. Relieved of his weight, the canoe rose at the bow and sank at the stern under Mr. Hampton. Seizing the

name," said the

of Dawson?"

the other. "One o' t

mine," sa

Mr. Hampton and the boys. MacDonald led the way to

he continued, "and when they bit here I pulled out mor'n I could use. Was wonderin' what

dinner, and soon an appetizing odor of frying fish ro

her pan and help, s

nodded with a grin of understanding. Bob tore back to the canoes, and soon returned with

ren't you?" asked Farnum,

. Then he regard

d. "First white men I