THE CRIME AT BIG TREE PORTAGE
dow into the hut. The next moment the door was thrust open, and the heavy breathing of a man became audible.
It happened that at first Highamson saw neither of us, so that the first intimation that he had of our presence was November's "Hello!"
Down crashed the lantern, and its bearer started back with a quick hoarse gasp.
"Who's there?" he cried, "who—"
"Them as is sent by Hal Lyon."
Never have I seen words produce so tremendous an effect.
Highamson gave a bellow of fury, and the next instant he and November were struggling together.
I sprang to my companion's aid, and even then it was no easy task for the two of us to master the powerful old man. As we held him down I caught my first sight of his ash-grey face. His mouth grinned open, and there was a terrible intention in his staring eyes. But all changed as he recognized his visitor.
"November! November Joe!" cried he.
"Get up!" And as Highamson rose to his feet, "Whatever for did you do it?" asked
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