hold up the engineer and force him to bring the train to a halt at another prearranged spot where the two companions were to appear with the dynamite and blow the express car open. This theory was borne out by the dyna- mite found and the fact that masks and other equipment were also in the boat. The brutal murder in full view of most of Ashcroft’s population aroused all to a pitch of fury. As soon as the men could arm themselves they joined the various posses now racing to every possible road or moun- tain trail. At daybreak the pursuit was in full force. Detective Draper, with his bloodhounds, fol- lowed the bandit’s trail to Red Gulch, where several old mine tunnels were to be found in the face of the mountains there. By 11 o'clock, Detective Draper’s dogs had led the possee to the mouth of a tunnel. “Send back to Ashcroft for more men and rifles,” the officer said. A grim party of men assembled at the mouth of the tunnel. Joe Burr, chief con- stable, revolver in hand, strode into the tunnel. Like Bill Fernie, Burr knew no fear. No blast of gun flame greeted him as he walked into the darkness of the tunnel. He followed its various windings until he reach- ed the face. There was not the slightest trace of the bandit. The officers now rushed back to Ashcroft. The fugitive had given them the slip and was probably across the United States border by this time. Orders were flashed to keep HOTEL HUDSON a sharp lookout for all suspicious strangers and hold them until the police arrived. In Ashcroft, detectives were doing their best to identify the slain bandit. He had been wearing a Stetson hat with the name of a Spokane clothier on its band. His shirt was of dark material and he wore black overalls tucked in the tops of leather riding boots. Around his waist was a broad cart- ridge belt filled with .45 calibre ammunition and in two well worn holsters were a pair of 45 Colt Frontier model weapons. This, more than anything else, proved him to be an American. Canadian outlaws never carried guns openly and never more than one. A suitcase had been found in the boat. It contained some clothing, a clothes brush and a few other items of no importance. The articles found in the dead man’s pocket were also brought out for examination. The best detectives there began an examination. The clothes brush bore the name, Long Beach Mercantile Company, Long Beach, California. Express Association detectives left at once for Long Beach. Two photographs had been found on the dead man’s body. One was that of a little girl and the other showed an old man driving a team of horses. There was nothing on the back to indicate who had developed the photos. A telegram stopped the detectives bound for Long Beach. The photos were mailed to them with the advice that they be shown to members of the Long Beach Police Dept. More American detectives arrived from MR. and MRS. J. P. DOWNEY We Invite the Patronage of All Travelling People Seattle, Tacoma and Portland. One by one they examined the face of the slain bandit. Finally one of them said: “Well, that’s the last of - - Dave Haney.” “Dave Haney!” a colleague exclaimed. “That’s him. I knew him well. Was Bill with him? They were never apart.” “The man who was with him was about 40 years old. He was stouter, clean shaven, and what you'd call plump. He had very broad shoulders.” “Did he have a little cowlick?” “Yes.” “That’s Bill.” The Haney brothers! Officials, police constables and detectives gathered there in that sombre hall glanced at each other. So the Haney’s had come back. One of them had paid with his life and the other was now being hotly pursued by the best manhunters on the North American continent. If he was ever caught he would spend the rest of his life in prison. The Thiel and Pinkerton Agencies wanted him, in addition to several county cheriffs. CuHiLp’s PHoTO Gives A CLUE In Long Beach the detectives called at the Long Beach Mercantile store. Could any of the clerks remember a man who had purchased a clothes brush; a man who bore the stamp of the outdoors? None of them could. Undismayed by this setback, the officers went to the Long Beach Police Dept., where they met Sgt. F. (Fred) Phil- lips, now special agent for the Santa Fe Philbert Hotel GORDON TEMPLE, Proprietor Fully Modern with Bath Room and Electric Light COMMERCIAL SAMPLE ROOMS Hot and Cold Water @ Smithers Page Fifty-six British Columbia Terrace Headquarters for Commercial Travellers Dining Room in Connection—Home Cooking FULLY LICENSED British Columbia THE SHOULDER STRAP