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mosquito-bar netting and
go hunting that fellow in that Northern wilderness?"
"Great sport, all right," grinned Barney. "But you'd have about as much
chance of finding him as you would of locating German U boat M. 71
by walking the bottom of the Atlantic."
"That's true, all right," said Bruce thoughtfully. "But just think of that
wilderness! Lakes no white man has seen; rivers no canoe has traveled;
mountain tops no human ever looked from! Say! I've lived in Canada
all my life and up to now I've been content to let that wilderness just be

wild. But the war came and I guess it shook me out of myself. Now that
wilderness calls to me, and, the first chance that offers, I'm going to
turn explorer. The wireless station offers an excuse, don't you see?"
Barney grinned. He was a hard-headed, practical Yankee boy; the kind
who count the cost and appraise the possible results.
"If you are talking of hunting, fishing, and a general good time in the
woods, then I'm with you; but if you are talking of a search for that
wireless, then, I say, give me some speedier way of travel than
tramping. Give me--" he hesitated, then he blurted out: "Give me an
airplane."
The boys stared at one another as if they had discovered a state secret.
Then Bruce voiced their thoughts:
"Do you suppose this Major What-you-may-call-him is bringing up his
plane for some commission like that?"
"I don't know," said Barney. "But if he is," he said the words slowly, "if
he is, then all I've got to say is, that it's mighty important; something
affecting the government."
"I believe you're right about that," said Bruce, "but what it is I haven't
the least shadow of a notion. And what complicates it still more is, the
Major comes from down in the States."
"Maybe it's something international," suggested Barney.
"Yes," grinned Bruce, suddenly awaking from these wild speculations,
"and maybe he's just some sort of bloomin' sport coming up here to
take moving pictures of caribou herds, or to shoot white whale in
Hudson Bay! Guess we better get back to work."
"Ye'll pardon an old man's foolish questions?"
Both boys turned at the words. An old man with bent shoulders, sunken
chest and trembling hand stood beside them. There was an eager,

questioning look in his kindly eyes, as he said in quaint Scotch accent:
"Ye'll noo be goin' to the woods a' soon?"
"I don't know," said Bruce, in a friendly tone. He was puzzled by the
old man's question, having recognized him as a second cook for the
steel-laying gang.
"Fer if ye be," continued the man, "ye's be keepin' a lookout fer Timmie
noo, wouldn't ye though?"
"Who's Timmie?" asked Bruce.
"Timmie? Hae ye never hearn o' Timmie? Timmie; the boy it was,
seventeen he was then. But 'twas twelve years ago it was, lad. He'd be a
man noo. I sent him fer the bag wi' the pay-roll in it, an' he never coom
back. It was the money thet done it, fer mind ye, I'm tellin' ye, he was
jest a boy, seventeen. He went away to the woods wi' it, and then was
shamed to coom back, I know. So if ye'll be goin' to the woods ye'll be
watchin' noo, won't ye?"
"Was he your boy?"
"No, not mine. But 'twas I was to blame; sendin' him fer th' pay; an'
him so young. Five thousand seven hundred and twenty-four dollars it
was, of the logging company's money; a month's pay fer the men. An' if
ye see him tell him I was all to blame. Tell him to coom back; the
Province'll fergive him."
"And the company?" asked Bruce.
"Partners both dead. Died poor. No. 'Twasn't the loss of thet money.
They had many losses. Contractin's a fearfu' uncertain business; fearfu'
uncertain." The old man shook his head slowly.
"Any heirs?" asked Bruce.
"Heirs? To the partners? Yes, one. A girl, noo. Ye'll be kenin' the lass
thet helps in the boardin' shack where you and the bosses eat?" "La

Vaune?" grinned Barney, poking Bruce in the ribs. "Do you know her?"
La Vaune, the little black-eyed French Canadian, had taken quite a
liking to her handsome young fellow-countryman, Bruce.
"Well, noo," said the old Scotchman. "Thet's the lass noo. An' should
you find the money noo, it will all be hers. An' ye'll be lookin' fer it noo,
won't ye? Many's the time I took a wee snack and a blanket an' made a
wee pack an' gone into the woods to find him. But I hae never seen
track o' him. He'll nae be by Lake Athapapukskow, fer there's folks
there; not by Lake Weskusko neither, fer I been there, but som'ers in