struggling and straining. Next second the
gagged form of the squirming Andree was
dumped unceremoniously into the back of
the democrat, Hidson was in the seat beside
me and we were careening through the
night.

It seemed, as the democrat swayed and
caromed behind the galloping horses as
though Hidson’s bold stroke had been a
complete success. Then, above the thudding
hoof beats and creaking harness, arose the
barking of dogs and a long ululating

cry.

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“They're after us!” growled Hidson,
laying his whip across the flanks of the
horses, increasing their reckless speed to a
point that threatened the straining democrat
with destruction. Glancing back, I caught a
glimpse of shadowy figures whipping their
horses in pursuit, and orange flashes of gun-
fire stabbing through the darkness. Bullets
commenced to whine overhead like wasps.
Spectral figures surged by on either side,
firing their guns in the air, trying to stam-
pede the team.

Then Andree commenced to howl to his
friends to rescue him. Passing me the reins,
Hidson vaulted into the rear, jammed the
muzzle of his revolver against the head of
the howling medicine man. “Yell, damn
you!” he roared. “Yell to those ———_ to
sheer away or I'll put a bullet through your
head.” With chattering teeth Andree
changed his tune and yelled to the Beavers
to keep away or the shimaganis would kill
him.

The boldness of the move produced the
desired effect. The careening figures surging
alongside firing their guns dropped behind
for a pow-wow then galloped along at a
distance, sending the occasional slug whining
above our heads and yelling epithets in
broken English.

The team, by this time, had taken the
bits bétween their teeth and, completely
out of control, were pounding across the
prairie at a pace that threatened momentary
disaster. The surge of cursing, swaying
figures melted into. the darkness, and soon
we found ourselves clattering through a
narrow avenue of trees. An hour later we
were ensconced within the cabin of some
settler, with the thick log walls between us
and any prowling Beavers, and Andree
handcuffed in a corner.

Little time was lost in preliminaries when
we returned to Fort St. John. In the little
log barracks of the B. C. Provincial Police
the dejected medicine man stood arraigned
for robbery. Ill at ease, Mr. Beatton
presided, evidently not relishing the idea of
sitting on the case lest he offend some of his
leading hunters who were relatives of
Andree.

While Little Bear turned Crown witness,
long-haired Saulteaux squatted on the floor,
enjoying the great man’s discomfiture. Dis-
gruntled Beavers watched the proceedings
with flashing eyes, asking each other in
guttural tones what right these white dogs
had to sit in judgment on a tribesman of the
mighty Tennesaw.

To the undisguised pleasure of the Crees,
and the deep resentment of the Beavers, who
hurried away to carry the news to their
villages in the hills, Andree received three
months hard labour, to be worked out on
the woodpile, and was hustled into the
wooden barred cell in the rear.

At last the roaring chinook denuded the
sidehills of snow and summer came again to
the rolling prairies of the upper Peace.
Soon the flat across the river was dotted
with scores of Beaver lodges, and again the
valley echoed to the incessant pounding of
tom-toms and the querulous songs of the
Lame Dancers.

Anxious to get away from the un
noise, and the importunity of the India
I paddled across to spend the night
Constable Hidson. “How’s our friend
ree?” I asked, after we'd exhausted
latest gossip of the fort.

“That copper coloured got some
thing on his mind,” growled Hidson. “Yet,
damn it, every time I go near the cell he

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feet in an attitude of attention.

hear anything?” he asked.
“No!” I answered. “Why?”
Hidson seemed preoccupied as he put on

the kettle. Finally he swung off his heel.

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