his assailants. They had crept up on him and struck without warning. “Paul and Spintlum” was the verdict of those who were present. This decision, while it could be called snap judgement, had a good deal of fact to warrant it. Who else would kill Chew Wye? He was not wealthy. He was known to be friendly with the Indians. He had no known enemies, except Moses Paul. There was little doubt that he had been killed by Paul, at Spintlum’s instigation, to silence him if Paul was ever brought to trial. The tragic termination of Chew Wye’s innocent old life brought a stark realisation of what could now be expected by anyone who crossed the bloody paths of Moses Paul and Paul Spintlum. They had suddenly risen from the ranks of mediocre criminals to an outstanding position where they must be regarded as a deadly menace to life and security. By that one callous crime they had proven beyond question that human life DEARBORN MOTORS LTD. 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They obtained supplies and news from them and were warned in plenty of time when a police party were coming their way. With this aid it was easy for them to elude the officers of the law. Months passed. Reports came in from time to time that Paul and Spintlum had been seen in various places. Hastily organ- ized posses swept out of Clinton only to lose track of the outlaws or to learn that they had not been near the places specified. It was a heart-breaking task. The fugitives were like will-o’-the-wisps, appearing here and there and vanishing without trace. The police, however, bided their time. They knew that sooner or later they would receive accurate information. All realized the immense handicap facing law officers pursuing Indians. Money could be poured out like water and bring no good results. Still, several posses were on the trail and if they didn’t capture the outlaws they at least kept them on the move. It was now May 3rd, 1912, almost a year since Whyte’s battered body had been found in Suicide Valley. A warm spring sun was in the air as all of Clinton made ready to attend the great event of the season, the opening of the Spring Assize Court. Stock- men, ranchers and prospectors gathered for this auspicious occasion. By 10.30 a.m. the grand jury had been sworn in and the petit jurors were lounging out in the courtyard enjoying the fragrance of spring flowers and the sunny air. Several of them were dozing; others were discussing crops, cattle and other matters of interest. All, imbued with spring fever, seemed to be in favour of adjourning the court until after lunch. Several men were standing near the gate to the courtyard when they chanced to look down the Cariboo Trail. They saw a rider, spurring his mount and making all speed towards the town. It was evident that his haste was urgent. He rowelled his horse mercilessily. Dogs, dozing in the sun, sud- denly awoke and raced out barking vigor- ously. Men were jerked out of their spring- inspired lethargy as the rider dashed up to the courthouse and flung himself off his panting mount. “The outlaws! The outlaws!” he gasped. “Paul and Spintlum. I saw them a few min- utes ago. Get the policeman, quick.” The man was soon recognized as being Charlie Truran, a Beaver Dam Lake pre- emptor, employed at Pollard’s Ranch. In a few seconds he was telling his story. He had gone out that morning to locate a team of workhorses that had strayed, and after crossing the valley of the “51” Creek, saw some horses standing beneath some trees a short distance upstream. He rode towards them and was surprised to see two men leap to their feet and take up positions close to a tree. He saw rifles leaning against the tree. The right hands of the two men were resting on the muzzles. Truran suddenly realized that he was facing the redoubtable Paul and Spintlum. A chill raced down his spine. He felt his scalp begin to tingle. Panic seized him. He wanted to turn and run. Then he realized it would be no use. Moses Paul would pick him off before he had gotten ten yards away. Regaining his wits he decided to profess ignorance of the men’s identities. So he rode towards them, a smile on his face and a friendly greeting on his lips. “T lose my horses. You seeum?” he asked, feigning broken English. The outlaws regarded him stonily. Truran felt his stomach turn over. He could see suspicion in the dark eyes of these men. He began to talk swiftly, elaborating on the great pulling power of his team and prom- ising rich rewards to anyone who should find them. It was the custom there for ranchers to pay $2.50 to $5 for the-return of lost horses. Truran offered to pay $10. “You fellows are hunting, I guess,” Tru- ran went on. “Maybe you see my horses. 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