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“They evidently figure something’s up.
Don’t precipitate anything. If we can't
get Andree now we can grab him on our
way back from Grande Prairie when he’s
likely to be off his guard.”

But Hidson only laughed More accus-
tomed to city ways, he had little patience
for whet he considered the excessive tact
employed by traders in handling Indians,
especially when they were in an awkward
mood.

Dismcunting, Hidson strode with long,
swinging steps towards the nearest tepee.
Stooping, he raised the doorflap. Next
moment a lean brown hand sent him
spinning backwards. In the doorway,
mouthing curses, stood a tall, hawk-faced

savage, his long lank locks streaming from
beneath a skunk skin cap on to the shoulders
of a dingy blanket capote; his fingers playing
convulsively with the haft of his buffalo
knife. It was our friend the Wolf, who'd
kidnapped Asquity’s daughter at the Lame
Dance in the spring. “Awoos atimo shima-
ganis!”’ he snarled. Dis Injun home—you
no come here.”

Seething inwardly, Hidson returned the
gaze of the savage, his knuckles white. Next
moment he swung forward, prepared to
close w‘th the defiant Beaver.

A rustle of frosted willows drew my eye
to the creek. A stray sunbeam glinted on a
rifle barrel. “Look out!” I warned. “The
creek’s chock full of Beavers. They’ve got

us coveted. Hold on!” I called. “Ill b
along your horse.” i
With eyes glued to the smouldering «
of the mouthing savage, Hidson backed
towards the pawing horses. A swift, almost
imperceptible movement, and he was in
saddle. With Mannie ahead, his face
colour of chalk, we headed across the ope
prairie.
“Better take it easy,” I warned the i
Hidson. “And—don’t look behind.”
The minutes seemed interminable as w
drew slowly away from the seething village
towards a poplar bluff a mile ahead. W
pounding heart I held my horse to a w
realizing that the slightest sign of hast
fear might cause the itchy trigger finge:

DAWN 1940

A cold bleak dawn, full of the uncertainty of an unprepared force to defeat an enemy of unknown strength.

DAWN 1941

A dawn which may well prove to be the darkest in our history. The well prepared, well equipped and
well directed legions of the enemy had forced us nearly to our knees—and we stood alone against this
terrible foe.

DAWN 1942

A dawn on which those who dared prophesy detected a change for the better. We had a new and power-
ful enemy: but we also had two new and powerful allies, and we ourselves were beginning to get our breath
after the first tremendous body blows.

DAWN 1943

A dawn pregnant with possibilities but still filled with uncertainty. A dawn which reveals a picture of
ever increasing Allied strength against enemy nations, still powerful but gradually being surrounded and
forced back. A dawn that may well herald the day of Victory.

Will 1943 Be “Our Year’?

LET'S GIVE EVERYTHING WE HAVE TO MAKE IT SO

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