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At your Grocer's--today 7 1 [ : ¢ THE COURAGE OF MARGE O'DOONE BY JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD S | He felt the quiver in her voice. She was quite excited, he knew. And vet not about the Indians, nor the strangeness of their presence. It was her triumph that made her trem- !ble in the darkness, a wonderful an- ticipation of the greatest event that had ever happened in her.life. She {hoped that Hauck and Brokaw were 8 that room! She would confront them there, with him. That was it. She felt her bondage--her prisonment | --in this savage place was ended; | and she was eager to find them, and let them know that che was no longer afraid, or alone--no longer need obey | them. He felt the thrill of it in the | hot, fierce little clasp of her hand. He | saw it glowing in her eyes when they | passed through the light of a win- {dow. Then they turned again, at | the back of the building. They paused at a door. Not a ray of light broke the gloom here. The stars seemed to | make the blackness deeper. Her fin- | gers tightened. | "You must be careful," he "And--remember." | "I will," she whispered. { It was his last warning. The door { opened slowly, with-a creaking sound, | and they entered into a long, gloomy { hall, illumined by 'a single oil lamp | that sputtered and smoked in its brae- | ket on one of the walls. The hall | gave him an idea of the immensity of | the building. From the far end of it, | through a partly open door, came a | reek of tobacco smoke, and loud | voices--a burst of coarse laughter, a | sudden volley of curses that died away {in a still louder roar of merriment. | Some one closed the door from with- {in. The girl was staring toward the | end of the hall, and shuddering. "That is the way it has been-- | growing worse and worse since Nisi- | koos died," she said. "In there the | white men who come down from the | north, drink, and gamble, and quar- {rel. They are always quarrelling. | This room is ours--Nisikoos' and { mine." She touched with her hand a door near which they were standing. Then she pointed to another. There were half a dozen doors up and down | the hall. "And that is Hauck's" He threw off his pack, placed it on the floor, with his rifle across it. When he straightened, the girl was listening at the door of Hauck's room. Beckoning to him, she knocked on it lightly, and then opened it. David entered close behind her. It was a rather large room--his one impres- sion as he crossed the threshold. In the centre of it was a table, and over the table hung an oil lamp with a tin reflector, In the light of this lamp sat two men. In his first glance he made up his mind which was Hauck and which was Brokaw. It was Bro- kaw, he thought, who was facing them as they entered--a man he could hate even if he had never heard of him be- fore. Big. Loose-shouldered. « A carnivorous-looking giant with a mot- tled, reddish face and bleary eyes that had an amazed and watery stare in them. Apparently the girl's knock had not been heard, for it was a mo- ment before the other man swung slowly about in his chair so that he could see them. That was Hauck. David knew it. He was almost a half smaller than the other, with round, bullish shoulders. a thick neck, and eyes wherein might lurk an incredible cruelty. He popped half out of his seat when he saw the girl, and a stranger. His jaws seemed to tight en with a snap. A snap that could be almost heard. But it was Brokaw's face that held David's eyes. He was two thirds drunk, There was no doubt about it, if he was any sort of judge of that kind of imbecility. One of his thick, huge hands gripped a bot- tle. Hauck had evidently been read- ing him something out of a ledeer, a Post ledger, which he held now in one hand. avid was surprised at the quiet way in which the girl began speaking. She said that she had wan- dered over into the other valley and was lost when this stranger found her. He had been good to her, and was on his way to the settlement on the coast, His name was . . . She got no further than that. Bro- kaw had taken his devouring gaze from her and was staring at David. He lurched suddenly to his feet and leaned over the table, a new sort of surprise in his heavy countenance. He stretched out a hand. His voice was a bellow. "McKenna!" He was speaking directly at David --calling him bY Bame. There was as little doubt of that as of his drunken- nose, There was also an unmistak- able note of fellowship in his voice. McKenna! David opened his month to correct him when a second thought occurred to him in a mildly I tional way. Why not McKenna? The girl was looking at him, a bit surprised, questioning him in the di- rectness of her gaze. He nodded, and smiled at Brokaw. The giant came around the table, still hol out his big, hand. "Mac! God! You don't meanto say you've forgotten , , ." David took the hand. said. rH ¥ tho i . i table, his hands gripping the edge of it, his face distorted by eh ig It was a terrible face to look into--to stand before, alone in that room--a face filled with menace and murder. So sudden had been the change in it that David was stunned for a moment. In that space of perhaps a quarter of a minute neither uttered a sound. Then Brokaw leaned slowly forward, his great hands clenched, and demand- ed in a hissing voice: "What did. she mean when she called you that--Sakewawin? What did she mean?" It was not now the voice of a drunken man, but the voice of a man ready to kill. Chapter XXI Sakewawin! What did she mean when she called you that?" _ It was Brokaw's voice again, turn- ing the words round but repeating them. He made a step toward David, his hands clenched more tightly and his whole hulk growing tense. His gyes, blazing as if through a very thin film of water-ywater that seemed to cling there by some strange magic-- were horrible, David thought. Sake- wawin! A pretty name for himself, he had told the girl--and here it was raising the very devil with this drink- bloated colossus. He guessed quickly. It was decidedly a matter of guessing quickly and of making prompt and satisfactory explanation--or, a throttling where he stood. His mind worked like a race-horse. "Sake- wawin" meant something that had en- raged Brokaw, A jealous rage. A rage that had filled his aqueous eyes with a lurid glare, So David said, looking into them calmly, and with a little feigned surprise: "Wasn't she speaking to you, Brokaw ?" -It was a splendid shot. David scarcely knew why he made it, except that he was moved by a powerful im- pulse which just now he had not time to analyze. It was this same impulse that had kept him from revealing himself when Brokaw had mistaken him for someone else. Chance "had thrown a course of action into his way and he had accepted it almost in- voluntarily. It had suddenly oc- curred to him that he would give much to be alone with this half- drunken man for a few hours--as Me- Kenna. He might last long enough in that disguise to discover things, CASTORIA For Infants and Children InUse For Over 30 Years (WER .| which he did not like. But not with Hauck watching him, | for Hauck was four fifths sober, and | there was a depth to his cruel eyes | He watched | the effect®of his words on Brokaw. The tenseness left his body, his hands | unclenched slowly, his heavy jaw re- | laxed--and David laughed softly. He felt that he was out of deep water | now. This fellow, half filled with | drink ,was wopderfully ecredulous. | And he was sure that his watery eyes | could not see very well, though his | ears had heard distinctly. "She was looking at you, Brokaw-- | straight at Vor she said good- | night," he added. "You sure--sure she said it to me, | Mac?" David nodded, ran a little cold. A leering grin of joy spread over | Brokaw's face. "The--the little devil!" gloatingly. "What does it mean ?" David asked. | "Sakewawin--I had never heasd it." | He lied sally, turning his head a bit out of the light. | Brokaw stared at him a mcment be- | fore answering, "When a girl says that--it means-- she belongs to you," he said. "In Indian it means--possession! Dam' . +. . of course you're right! She said it to me, She's mine. She be- longs tome. Iown her. And 1} thought . . "» He caught up the bottle and turned out half a glass of liquor, swaying un- steadily: "Drink, Mac?" David shook his head. "Not now. Let's go to your shack if you've got one. Lots to talk about --old times--Kicking Horse, you know. And this girl? I can't believe it! If it's true, you're a lucky dog." He was not thinking of con- sequences--of to-morrow. To-night was all he asked for--alone with Brokaw. That mountain of flesh, stupefied with liquor, was no match for him mow. To-morrow he might hold the whip hand, if Hauck did not return too soon. "Lucky dog! Lucky dog!" He kept repeating that, It was 'ike music in Brokaw's ears, And such a girl! An angel! He couldn't believe it! Brokaw's face was like a red fire in his exultation, his lustful joy. his great triumph. He drank the liouor he had proffered David, and drank a second time, rumbling in his thick chest like some kind of animal. Of course she was an angel! Hadn't he, and Hauck, and that woman who had died, made her grow into an angel-- just for him? She belonged to him. Always had belonged to him, and he waited a long time. If she had ever called any other man that name-- Sakewawin--he would have killed him. Certain, Killed him dead. This was the first time she had ever called him that. Lucky dog? You bet he s They'd.go to his shack--and talk. 'He drank a third time. . He rolled heavily as they entered the hall, David praying that they would not meet Hauck, He had his victim. 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