absorbed in other things Hugh was growing interested.
“Not really his, he just says they are,” Carl explained vaguely. “No one dares go near his place now after—after some things that have happened. The Indians will do anything he says, they and even some of the Swedes say that the bullets from his gun can shoot farther than any other man’s, and that his ill will can find you out no matter where you hide. Yes, we call him the Pirate of Jasper Peak.”
“But you say your Uncle Oscar lives out there too?”
“Oh, yes,” assented Carl, “but you know with my Uncle Oscar it is all different.”
Linda called from below, causing her small son to rush clattering down the stairs and leave Hugh alone. He stood long by the window watching the sunset fade and pondering deeply.
“So there can be pirates this far north after all,” he was thinking, “and father was right.”
With the thought came a sudden pang of home-
