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Title: The Gun-Brand

Author: James B. Hendryx

Release Date: July 1, 2005 [EBook #16174]

Language: English

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The Gun-Brand

By JAMES B. HENDRYX

AUTHOR OF

"The Promise" Etc.

With Frontispiece in Colors

By CLYDE FORSYTHE

A. L. BURT COMPANY

Publishers New York

published by arrangement with G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS

COPYRIGHT, 1917

By

JAMES B. HENDRYX

Second Impression

The Knickerbocker Press, New York

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I THE CALL OF THE RAW
II VERMILION SHOWS HIS HAND
III PIERRE LAPIERRE
IV CHLOE SECURES AN ALLY
V PLANS AND SPECIFICATIONS
VI BRUTE MACNAIR
VII THE MASTER MIND
VIII A SHOT IN THE NIGHT
IX ON SNARE LAKE
X AN INTERVIEW
XI BACK ON THE YELLOW KNIFE
XII A FIGHT IN THE NIGHT
XIII LAPIERRE RETURNS FROM THE SOUTH
XIV THE WHISKEY RUNNERS
XV "ARREST THAT MAN!"
XVI MACNAIR GOES TO JAIL
XVII A FRAME-UP
XVIII WHAT HAPPENED AT BROWN'S
XIX THE LOUCHOUX GIRL
XX ON THE TRAIL OF PIERRE LAPIERRE
XXI LAPIERRE PAYS A VISIT
XXII CHLOE WRITES A LETTER
XXIII THE WOLF-CRY!
XXIV THE BATTLE
XXV THE GUN-BRAND

THE GUN-BRAND

CHAPTER I

THE CALL OF THE RAW

Seated upon a thick, burlap-covered bale of freight--a "piece," in the
parlance of the North--Chloe Elliston idly watched the loading of the
scows. The operation was not new to her; a dozen times within the
month since the outfit had swung out from Athabasca Landing she had
watched from the muddy bank while the half-breeds and Indians unloaded
the big scows, ran them light through whirling rock-ribbed rapids,
carried the innumerable pieces of freight upon their shoulders across
portages made all but impassable by scrub timber, oozy muskeg, and low
sand-mountains, loaded the scows again at the foot of the rapid an