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Hope it's a murder — there's nothing less ought to send a man out tonight!" Peter's heart leaped. He knew what message Tom was carrying — but Tom did not! They hadn't trusted him — they knew of his friendship for Jen ! "I — look here — it's queer for me to be coming to you for a meal," said Tom. Peter laughed. "Worrying because you arrested me? Never fret over that! I took my chance and lost — you did your plain duty, like the man you are ! It's little they'll be doing to me, I tell you." TOM sat down then. Jen came in with the supper things; went white as she saw him. Peter went outside; the low murmur of his voice, as he talked to Pierre, came back. "Jen — listen — I lied ! I pretended to be worn out — I took a chance to come here — to make you hear me — " "You might have saved yourself the trouble," she said, in a dead, flat voice. "You won't give me a chance to explain—?" "No !" Tom slumped in his chair; sighed as he looked at her. Peter came back. "There'll be coffee in a minute," he said. "Hurry, Jen — the sergeant's tired, and he's a long way to go." She went out, scornfully; returned, in a moment, with coffee. Peter poured the cup himself; Tom drank. And Peter and Pierre watched him, after that, like hawks. Until Peter, seeming to think of something, went out, and called to Pierre to come. Tom stirred in his chair; rose; staggered with drowsiness as he walked across the room. Jen looked at him ; s omething about his utter weariness moved her, in spite of herself. "I — I'm so — tired — " he said. "I — don't understand — " "Must you go on?" she asked. "You can sleep here — " "Orders — must deliver midnight — superintendent said honor of the force — duty — " He was moving about like a man in a daze. Suddenly, as he touched the couch, he collapsed upon it; lay like a man in a heavy sleep, murmuring the same words over and over. Jen listened. Suddenly she shook him. "You must go, then — you must wake — Tom—" She leaned down to listen to his words. "Jen — if she'd listen — let me tell her about the shoe — how Byng caught me trying to throw it away — had to — couldn't help — meant to save her — " And then the refrain: "Honor — force — orders — midnight — honor of the force—" Her heart was singing within her! She might kave known ! Tom to betray her — Tom, her lover ! And now ! She — she could save him. Swiftly she made up her mind. She took the envelope with the orders from Tom's tunic; ten minutes later, in Val's clothes, with Tom's coat and cap, she was off, on Tom's horse. Few men would have ventured to brave the storm ; it was a blizzard indeed as Jen rode into it. But she knew every foot of the trail ; every gully ; every bad place where the deep drifts were. And we'.l before midnight she was at headquarters; had Every advertisement in PHOTOPLAY MAGAZINE is guaranteed. delivered the message, and ridden off on her way home. Exhausted, close to the end of her strength, she rode up to the tavern just as Peter and Pierre appeared in the door. They stared at her, amazed. "Poor Tom !" she cried, laughing. "He — he was so sleepy ! He'll be ashamed when he knows I carried his message — to save him from being disgraced! They'll never know it wasn't he!" "You fool!" Her father turned upon her. "I drugged him — to save Val's life! That message turned them all out to hunt for him! He killed Snow Devil yesterday and Snow Devil was a police spy!" Even as she stood, paralyzed with horror, there was a sudden fusillade a hundred feet away. And through the storm came Val himself, limping, groaning in his agony. "They're after me— they've got me!" he said. "The sleigh couldn't get through — but I'd have made it — they came too soon — " Pierre carried him inside. As Jen rushed in she met Tom, still drowsy, no more than half recovered from the effects of the drug. Swiftly she explained. "They're coming — to hang Val — " She was beside herself with terror and remorse. Her agony seemed to banish the last effects of the drug from Tom's mind. "Keep still!'' he said. "I'm in charge now. Snow Devil deserved to be killed — but we can't go into that now. Leave this to me." When the troopers came it was Tom who received them. "We're after Val Galbraith — he came this way — " said Inspector Jules. "He's my prisoner — wounded — he can't get away," said Tom. "I knew he'd try to come here — " "Good work — again, Flaherty," said Jules. "You'll hear from this!" "Too late for that!" said Tom. He looked at his watch. "Half-past seven ! My resignation takes effect at eight today! I've got my discharge." Jules cried out incredulously. But Tom had his papers. "Val's in bad shape, inspector," he said. "You can let him have some breakfast before you take him off, can't you?" JULES nodded. He stayed inside with Tom and Val; his men remained outside, on guard. "You're foolish to quit now, Flaherty," said Jules. "You were heading for trouble a while back, but your work's been fine lately — " Tom smiled. He looked at his watch continually as Jen, her eyes red with weeping, brought food and served them. Abruptly, as the hands pointed to eight, he rose. "Time's up !" he said. "I'm out of the Royal Northwest Mounted Police, Inspector !" Jules rose, too; held out his hand. "Good — " he began. He never finished. Tom's fist went to the point of his chin; he fell like a log. In a flash Tom seized Val's coat and cap; leaped through the window; ran south. Shots rang out behind him; Pierre, who, alone, had divined his plan, kept pace with him, at first; turned back, then. The troopers pursued Tom — and he led them toward the border. But meanwhile Pierre and old Peter Galbraith cirried Val himself, from the oth<;r side of the tavern. Jen ran with them; at the line she broke clown, and flung herself down beside Val. "Flaherty!" cried Pierre, suddenly.