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McTrigger paused ainto Kent's eyes "And then--one day Donald came in from Dawson City, terrible in his madness, and told us that he had found his men One of them was John Barkley, the rich timber man, and the other was Kedsty, Inspector of Police at Athabasca Landing"

Kent one on, was beyond the expression of words The night held for him a cumulative shock--the discovery that Marette was not dead, but alive, and now the discovery that he, Jier a hunted man, and that it was O'Connor, his old comrade, who had run the truth down With dry lips he sier to continue

"I kneould happen if Donald went after Barkley and Kedsty," said the older man "And it was impossible to hold hi forthe two brutes who had killed Donald's wife I kneith the evidence in our hands, they could do nothing but etaway No matter how rich or powerful they were, our evidence was coh many years we had kept track of the movements of our witnesses I tried to explain to Donald that we could send theht in his poor sick er and beat hiht I was far enough ahead of hiet down to the line of rail and back before he arrived You see, I figured his love for Marette would take him to Montreal first, and I had ht understand the necessity of holding hi to her and told her to remain in Montreal How she did that, you know She set out for the North as soon as she received er's shoulders hunched lower "Well, you knohat happened, Kent Donald got ahead of me, after all I came the day after Barkley was killed I took it as a kind fate that the day preceding the killing I shot a grouse for my dinner, and as the bird was only wounded when I picked it up, I got blood on the sleeves of my coat I was arrested Kedsty, every one, was sure they had the real man And I kept quiet, except tothat would turn the law on Donald's trail