And he, Bud Conley, had run the gauntlet of that town; yelled like a wild fool and let that team run away, regardless, while Norah was under the canvas in the rear of that wagon-box. He shuddered and opened his eyes. "You will not leave Eagle's Nest now, will ye?" queried the doctor. Bud turned his head and looked at Norah. She was smiling at him. He looked up at Grandon. "Sure, I dunno." He lapsed into his brogue for a moment, "I don't know why I should stay. There's nothin' for me to do here. I'm no longer a policeman." "Still want to leave the force, Conley?" "Still--say, what the devil's the matter, Grandon? Am I looney, or did I dream that I resigned?" Grandon chuckled softly. "You did resign, Conley." It was not like Grandon to chuckle. "Perhaps we were both a little hasty, Conley. Did you ever resign before?" "I've always been fired," said Bud ruefully. "And I've never received a resignation, which may account for it," said Grandon. "At any rate we overlooked one of the most essential things, Conley." "And what was that?" "Your signature." "Well--I'll--be--danged!" Bud wrinkled his nose. "I betcha I overlooked it." Norah got up from her chair and came over to him. "Are you going to sign it, Bud?" she asked anxiously. "Who me? Sign--say, what do you--" He looked up at Norah and the smile was wiped off his lips now. "I've lost a lot of blood, but I still retain my full quota of sense. I'll not sign, and I'll try to make good." "Conley," said Grandon softly, "You have made good." "I beg your pardon, sir," said Bud, but he was not looking at Grandon. "I wasn't meanin' the force, sir." [Illustration] _The complete novel in our next number_ EAST! _By_ H. BEDFORD-JONES A story of the West in the East; of a young American bent on adventure who came up against one of the age-old mysteries of China--land of enigmas--and found the high adventure he sought. [Illustration] [Illustration] MAKE GOLD WHILE THE WATER RUNS BY ROBERT RUSSELL STRANG _Author of "Sawing Wood and Saying Nothing," "The Witness from Circle City," etc._ LUCK CHANGES IN THE NORTH COUNTRY AS IT DOES THE WORLD OVER--BUT ALASKA IS A HARD COUNTRY TO GET OUT OF, IF YOU'RE WANTED "There's no use talkin' fellas, I'm the luckiest guy that ever was born!" The speaker began to sing: _"I held a flush in Klondyke, A full house down in Nome; I rolled 'em sevens on Tanana On the creek we called it Dome. I'd four of a kind in Koyukuk, Three kings in the Kuskoquim, And I'm known from Skagway to Chandelar As your uncle Lucky Jim._