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Curwood, James Oliver, 1879-1927

"The Golden Snare"

I knew an investigating patrol would be coming up pretty
soon. Been looking for it every day. How many men you got?"
He looked beyond Philip to the cabin and the sledge. The grin
slowly went out of his face, and Philip heard the sudden catch in
his breath. A swift glance revealed the amazing truth to Olaf. He
dropped Philip's hand and stepped back, taking him in suddenly
from head to foot.
"Alone!"
"Yes, alone," nodded Philip. "With the exception of Celie Armin. I
brought her back to her father. A fellow named Blake is back there
a little way with Upi's tribe. We beat them out, but I'm figuring
it won't be long before they show up."
The grin was fixed in Olaf's face again.
"Lord bless us, but it's funny," he grunted. "They're coming on
the next train, so to speak, and right over in that neck of woods
is the other half of Upi's tribe chasing their short legs off to
get me. And the comical part of it is you're ALONE!" His eyes were
fixed suddenly on the revolver. "Ammunition?" he demanded eagerly.


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