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of civilization he had penetrated. He
had changed his name. Morose, un
social, he chummed with nobody, and
kept away from, drink because it had
parted him from Beulah.
One day his -fine face and athletic
frame had struck the eye of an officer
"In the mounted police. The official
made overtures?o him, and the man
who sought only to bury himself far
from the madding crowd, accepted
the post at which his true courage
would never'f alter or quail.
He made only one restriction: that
he be placed at the remotest post in
the service, and thus had come about
the isolation at Mile Post 24.
"Here to live and die," he told him
self amid the fearful solitude. "The
sooner the bullet of some vicious des
perado or revengeful Indian meets
me, the better!"
So he had entombed his past and
his identity. He returned from that
solemn, scoreful ceremony to resume
his duties, a dangerous man to trifle
The discipline of the post embraced
a daily tour of a district 25 miles wide.
There was one lonely trail to guard.
It was the next morning that he es
pied a figure toiling up the rugged
mountain path. As it neared him he
made out a wiry, ferret-faced half
breed. "What is it?" he challenged as the
man halted ten feet away from the
cabin, and his carbine ready,- he ad
1 vanced upon the visitor, felt over his
clothing, found no weapons, and mo
tioned him towards the cabin with the
"Hungry, I suppose?"
"Yes first," grinned ''the Indian.
"Then I tell you something. It is Red
"Ha! what of him?" demanded
Gerald, spurring up magically, for the
name was that of a fugitive desperado
long sought for and for whose cap
ture a great reward was offered.
"I have him."
"You have him?" retorted Gerald
Incredulously. "What do you mean?"
"I. take yotf but you pay met
"Yes, half the reward," agreed Ger-
"We go on foot. He is sick, but
you know him a bad man. Give me
a pistol, too. Then, if we- fight, I
Gerald let tiis visitor at his fill.1
Then he went to his chest and Se-
lected an extra revolver. A sudden
thought, a suspicion, repugnance to-
wards the treacherous class the half-
breed represented, caused hkn to re
flect. Finally, however, he handed the
weapon to his visitor. The eyes of
the, latter glowed as he placed Jt in
side his coat. -'
It was after an hour of rough! pilot
ing that the half-breed neared an eld
shack, moved open its door and re
vealed a man lying on a heap of skins.
He gave Gerald a puh. Then came
a rapid, startling sensation. The half
breed had flung the revolver Gerald
had given him directly intothe lap
of the recumbent man. Quick as a
flash, the outlaw, for at once Gerald
recognized him, leveled the revolver
at his head. ( .
"Hands up!" he ordered1, and Ger
ald obeyed'. "You know me. It is to
see me crippled, dying, that you of
the cursed mounted-police havejound
me! it is this witless half-breed I
have bribed to snare you hither, that
I may. wipe out my hatred of those
who have hunted me to this, with one
"The weapon is empty I saw to
that," pronounced Gerald calmly, pro
ducing his weapon, ana then with a
yell the half-breed dashed for the
door and away as he saw his scheme
Within ten minutes the frantic,
cursing outlaw was handcuffed and
bodily carried by Gerald to the sta
tion. Within an hour, propped across
the saddle, he was" being borne to
There came to Gerald a temptation .
on that long, tiresome journey over
the hills. The outlaw had a bottle of
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