Two on the Trail A Story of the Far Northwest   By: Hulbert Footner (1879-1944)

A Story of the Far Northwest

by

HULBERT FOOTNER

Illustrated by W. Sherman Potts

New York Grosset & Dunlap Publishers

All Rights Reserved, Including That of Translation into Foreign Languages, Including the Scandinavian

Copyright, 1910, by Outing Publishing Company Copyright, 1911, by Doubleday, Page & Company Published, February, 1911

To H. L. D.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE I. IN PAPPS'S RESTAURANT 3 II. THE UNKNOWN LADY 13 III. ON THE TRAIL 29 IV. THE STOPPING HOUSE YARD 44 V. AT MIWASA LANDING 57 VI. NATALIE TELLS ABOUT HERSELF 72 VII. MARY CO QUE WASA'S ERRAND 81 VIII. ON THE LITTLE RIVER 100 IX. THE HEART OF A BOY 116 X. ON CARIBOU LAKE 130 XI. THE FIGHT IN THE STORM 142 XII. THE NINETY MILE PORTAGE 157 XIII. THE NEWLY MARRIED PAIR 175 XIV. THE LAST STAGE 186 XV. THE MEETING 199 XVI. NATALIE WOUNDED 214 XVII. THE CLUE TO RINA 228 XVIII. MABYN MAROONED 238 XIX. GRYLLS REDIVIVUS 253 XX. SUCCOUR 266 XXI. THE BROKEN DOOR 284 XXII. THE BLIZZARD 295 XXIII. THE SOLITARY PURSUER 315 XXIV. IN DEATH CANYON 326 XXV. EPILOGUE: SPOKEN BY CHARLEY 342

ILLUSTRATIONS

"Look!" she cried. "Isn't it like the frontispiece to a book ofadventure!" Frontispiece

FACING PAGE At the same instant the boat lurched drunkenly; and they pitched overboard together 150

There, clinging to the corner of the cabin for support, stood the figure of a woman 212

It was a grim figure that the first rays of light revealed sitting on the big rock 336

TWO ON THE TRAIL

I

IN PAPPS'S RESTAURANT

The interior of Papps's, like most Western restaurants, was divided into a double row of little cabins with a passage between, each cabin having a swing door. Garth Pevensey found the place very full; and he was ushered into a cubby hole which already contained two diners, a man and a woman nearing the end of their meal. They appeared to be incoming settlers of the better class a farmer and his wife from across the line. Far from resenting Garth's intrusion, they visibly welcomed it; after all, there was something uncomfortably suggestive of a cell in those narrow cabins to which the light of day never penetrated.

Garth passed behind the farmer's chair, and seated himself next the wall. He had no sooner ordered his luncheon than the door was again opened, and the rotund Mr. Papps, with profuse apologies, introduced a fourth to their table. The vacant place, it appeared, was the very last remaining in his establishment.