Argosy All-Story Weekly, April 28, 1928 — page 64: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

OAs pees Ue... Coutts Ae e Se new Ph! \ ‘~ ae ~ F ncgeeln, alltity. Scissored By CHIEF HENRY RED EAGLE A case of getting even with an enemy in which the palm fer cruelty goes to the white man rather than the red S HAT do you think of this, W/ Mac?” Pridefully the In- dian shook out the pelt and laid it across the rude counter. Even in the semigloom of the ill-lighted. store tiny gleams sparkled through the beautiful fur of the silver fox, and for a moment the dour old Scot was star- tled out of his phlegm; for in twenty years of fur-trading this was but the second silver he had ever seen. He stroked it almost reverently. “A silver!” he breathed. “ A true silver!” Appraisingly he scanned the long, silky fur, noted the curing of the white skin, the skillfully fleshed head and paws; then he caught it by the tail and allowed the fur to fall back in thick, even folds. And as he appraised, he nodded his approval, muttering: “ Aye, aye!” ae It’s a beauty, lad,” he pronounced finally; ‘ wairth five hoonderd, if it’s wairth a ha’penny. Last year’s pelt, 0’ coorse, since it’s prime an’ foxes are still ‘ blue.’ ” He squinted searchingly at the young Indian, whose straight carriage and di- rect gaze bespoke an honest self-confi- dence that was reflected by a white- toothed smile. Nap Toon had been schooled “ out- side,’ and instead of the usual meek- ness and sullen stolidity with which his red brothers submitted to Mac’s low appraisals of their furs, he radiated an air of independence that MacWilks respected. His respect was deepened by the fact that Toon enjoyed the repu- _tation of being, not only one of the best ~~’ trappers in the Cuperlax region, but a rugged man in a ruckus as well. As a member of the American Ex- peditionary Forces he had won the sobriquet of “The Red Stecher” because of his wrestling ability in the camp tournaments; for once he clamped those muscular legs, steeled by long hours on woods trails, across 494 COPMICLMOOOKS (C@)