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withering fusillade from Johnson’s
gun. The electric torch leapt from
Garlund’s hand, and Eames’ cap
shot high into the air. The Mounties
and trappers again sought the pro-
tection of the forest, bullets whin-
ing past their ears.

“The dynamite is gone,” Eames
said as they grouped together. “Our
food supplies are almost exhausted.
We've got to get back to Aklavik.”
The men nodded at one another
glumly. They would have to leave, for
the time being. And, without supplies
or shelter, it would be suicidal to post
a guard at the cabin.

The Army Helps

Five days later the posse returned,
accompanied by Quartermaster Ser-
geant R. F. Riddell and Staff Sergeant
H. F. Hersey, of the Royal Canadian
Corps of Signals at Aklavik. Their
sleds were heavy-laden with fresh
supplies of dog-feed, rations, ammuni-
tion and stink-bombs.

“Here we are again, guy. Watch
out” yelled Noel Verville as the half-
demolished cabin again came into
view.

There was no answer to th’s taunt.
No sound came from the fortified
structure.

Edging cautiously closer. the posse-
men learned the reason for the silence.
Johnson was no longer there.

Crowding in, they stepped over a
litter of debris—beans, flour and
other provisions—and stared about
in amazement. The floor had been
dug three feet below ground level,
while the walls had been heavily
reinforced by a double log breast-
work. Sloping deep into the earth
was a tunnel—obviously a shelter
against attack by bombs.

“No wonder our dynamite didn’t
drive him out,” said Millen. “That
bird was prepared for anything!”

Searching for tracks that might in-
dicate the direction of Johnson’s flight,
the posse came upon a cunningly con-

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cealed cache of food, 200 yards beyond
the cabin.

Millen shook his head. “What kind
of a trapper is this guy? A double-
walled cabin, loop-holes, a tunnel—
and not a pelt, trap or skin-stretcher
anywhere around!”

Johnson's flight posed a huge prob-
lem for the police. The rugged Rat
River country with its pine-clad
mountains, its winding streams,
rugged glaciers and snow-filled can-
yons gave the fugitive an enormous
advantage, and a man of his type
would utilize it to the utmost.

Inspector Eames Fumed

The winds that lurked about the
mountains would obliterate his tracks
in jig-time, making the job of trailing
him just that much more difficult.
Moreover, he would be traveling light
while the large police party would, of
necessity, be burdened with heavy
baggage and weighty dog-feed. In-
spector Eames fumed as he made
preparations to return again to Ak-
lavik for more supplies.

While Hersey established a base
camp on the Rat, setting up the wire-
less transmitter he- and Riddell had
brought from Aklavik, Spike Millen
and his party scoured the icy wastes
for tracks of the fugitive.

Eleven days out from the base camp
they drove their tired dogs past the
granite-walled mouth of the Barrier
River. Bucking a treacherous over-
flow, where the slightest lack of
caution would spell disaster, they
scanned the mauve mountain tops
silhouetted against the smoky redness
of the unseen sun. Apprehensively,
their eyes narrowed.

It would be bad if Johnson was

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