Those fellows won't shoot at me and the other boys but theyll be sure to take a shot at you.” Kindness thanked Boyd for his thought- fulness but said that his place was at the head of the posse and there he would remain. He had no fear whatever of the Indians. “They're just a couple of Siwashes who will quit as soon as they’re cornered,” he said. “Not Spintlum,” Boyd returned. “He’s bad and hei! shoot, or tell Moses to shoot. They'll be sure to shoot at you. Id stay back if I were you.” The constable refused to let the others lead. It was his duty, he said, and no matter what came of it he must take the risk. The posse now examined the pack horse. They saw that one of the packs had fallen to the ground. “T wonder what those fellows have been living on, Jimmie,” Constable Kindness said. “Have a look in that pack.” Everything in Hardware, Plumbing, Tinsmithing, Furniture and Electric Appliances McLennan McFeely & Prior, (Vernon) Limited VERNON, B. C. THE VERNON CLUB VERNON, B. C. CANADA You Are Invited to Visit the NATIONAL HOTEL WHEN IN VERNON New — Modern — Up-to-date FULLY LICENSED — REASONABLE RATES DELL ROBISON, Proprietor Vernon, B. C. A. E. BERRY LTD. Successors to C. F. COSTERTON LTD. Real Estate, Insurance, Financial Agents Mortgages, Loans, Conveyancing Vernon, B.C. VERNON HOTEL Where Personal Services Make Your Stay Enjoyable REASONABLE RATES LICENSED PREMISES VERNON, B.C. Page Seventy-two Those were the last words he ever spoke. Boyd, who was slightly to his rear, saw some wadding fly out of the back of the constable’s coat. He heard the sharp crack of a rifle; saw Kindness fling his hand to his left breast and then pitch face down off his horse. He was dead before he touched the ground. Two more shots rang out in quick suc- cession. Loring felt a sledge-hammer blow on his wrist. A bullet had smashed it. Boyd, fully aware of his peril, leaped for his rifle which was lashed to his saddle. He turned and saw an Indian crouched behind a log. He was working the lever of his smoking rifle. Boyd managed to jerk his weapon free. The Indian saw Boyd was now ready for action. He dropped to the ground, did a sharp turn and scurried for the bush just as Boyd opened fire. Bullets began to whistle around the Ind- ian. He ran for the thickest trees, ducking and twisting. Boyd, however, was not to be shaken off. He kept firing until his rifle was empty. Not one of his bullets had hit the fleeing Indian. Boyd was puzzled. He was rated as a good rifle shot and felt sure he had the Indian in his sights more than once. He examined the rifle he had been given. It was an ancient model and its sights had been raised to extreme range and fastened there. Furious at this discovery, Boyd watched the Indian disappear in the woods. Less than an hour had passed since the posse rode out of Clinton. The people were still talking about it when they saw Carson and Loring appear. They were splashed with blood. Their faces were lined and hag- gard as if they had been under a severe nervous strain. “Kindness is killed and the rest of the boys might be all dead by this time,” Loring burst out. He swung down from his horse, his face contorted from the pain of his shat- tered wrist. In a few words he explained what had happened. “Where is Ritchie and Boyd?” one of the men asked. “T don’t know. Boyd went after the Indian. I heard him shooting. I didn’t see Ritchie.” It is little wonder that he failed to see Ritchie. The body of Constable Kindness had hardly struck the ground before the rugged Scotch blacksmith, caring nothing for the outlaws’ bullets, had leaped down to see what could be done. He was in time to take the constable’s head in his lap and see him breathe his last. Tears came into his eyes. He and Kindness had been fast friends in their boyhood back in Scotland. It hurt to see him pass away by an assassin’s bullet. Boyd found the big blacksmith there when he returned after pursuing the Indian. He saw there was nothing could be done so the two of them lifted the constable’s body and tried to place it across the saddle of a spirited horse. It is possible they might have suc- ceeded if another fusilade of shots had not ripped through the bush and set the horse prancing to such an extent that it was im- possible to secure the body. It fell to the ground. Boyd, furious at this attack, re- turned the fire with considerable vigour and then charged but the unseen rifleman had fled. A quieter horse was secured and the unfortunate constable’s body was lashed to the saddle. The tragic procession then made its way towards Clinton . The people of Clinton were enraged by this latest wanton murder. They formed themselves into well-armed posses and placed themselves at the disposal of Superintendent Colin Campbell, of the Provincial police, as soon as he arrived in Clinton. 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