The Shadow Passes

by Roy J. Snell

  CHAPTER XXV "BILL" RETURNS

  "Rusty, my child," said Red McGee, springing aboard the _Krazy Kat_ assoon as the Orientals were gone, "are you all right?"

  "Never better," Rusty laughed. "And never half so excited. I--I'm allright," she added, "except that I'll have to grow a new crop of curls."

  "Curls," Red chuckled. "They're not very necessary. Not even for a girl.

  "Going back with us in the speed boat?" he asked.

  "No-o, if you don't mind," she hesitated. "We've been together so long,the three of us, MacGregor, Johnny, and I, that I--I think we'd like tofollow you back in the _Krazy Kat_."

  "O.K.," Red agreed. "Kopkina, suppose you come with me. I want to thankyou for what you've done for us. Now let's get going."

  Already the Oriental ship that had never been welcome was slipping outinto the night.

  On the way back Johnny and Rusty spent most of their time studying thestars and the moon. Just what they read there only they will ever know.

  The secret of the Shadow was found to be quite simple, as most secretsare. It was a long, low craft without deck, cabins, rails or riggings.Powered by large storage batteries, it was able to slip in close toshore, set a three-mile-long net at night and lift it in the morning. Thefish were rushed to other motor-boats outside the three-mile zone andwere then carried to the floating cannery.

  After installing a gasoline motor, Blackie used the Shadow for seapatrol. No demand for the return of the craft was made. Needless to say,the duties of Blackie, MacGregor, Johnny and Lawrence were exceedinglylight for the remainder of the season.

  The small blue bear throve on fish-cleanings and other scraps. He was fatand friendly when at last the boys headed for Seward and MatanuskaValley. At Seward they left him in the care of a friend until they couldcome in a small truck and cart him home.

  At the cabin in the valley Johnny and Lawrence were given an uproariouswelcome.

  One thing surprised them--the Professor was back. "I am waiting forBill," he explained.

  "Bill! Who's he?" Lawrence asked. "Oh!" he exclaimed. "He's the man whobuilt the shelter and left a note saying he was coming back. Let mesee--"

  "Today," said the Professor. "And here he is now." A smiling young giantwith a full red beard came tramping down the road.

  "Bill, did you get one?" the Professor demanded.

  "No," Bill's smile faded. "I did my best. I got the head and hide of one,that's all. Had to kill him, or lose him. I--I'm sorry."

  "A whole year," the Professor groaned. "And never a bear."

  "A bear!" Johnny exclaimed. "Surely there are bears a-plenty."

  "Not that kind," the Professor corrected. "I want the kind we talkedabout once, a glacier bear. Nothing else counts."

  "Oh, a glacier bear!" Lawrence laughed happily. "Is that all you want? Ihave one coming up on a truck from Seward. It should be here any time."

  "Just like that!" Bill dropped weakly down upon a stump. "A whole year.Ice, snow, blizzards, glaciers, hunger, a whole year. Never a bear. Andnow this boy calmly says, 'I've got one coming up.'"

  "Such," said the professor, "is the luck of the chase."

  There was time for Bill to satisfy his craving for a "real feed." Thenthe truck arrived.

  The Professor and Bill gave one look at the little blue glacier bear.Then, for sheer joy, they fell into each other's arms.

  "What do you want for him?" the Professor demanded at last.

  "A tractor," said Lawrence.

  "The best in the settlement!"

  "The Titan."

  "Agreed and for good measure, a gang plow, a harrow, two drums of gas andthree log chains."

  Lawrence could not say a word. He could only stand and stare. All hisdreams had come true in a moment.

  "I only wish we might do better," the Professor half apologized. "Butwe've spent a great deal of money in the search. So-o, I--"

  "I think," said Lawrence, "that you're a very good sport. And--and wethank you."

  Three days later Johnny and Lawrence were in Seward for a day withBlackie when a trim power boat glided up to the dock.

  "Hello, Johnny!" came in a girl's voice. It was Rusty.

  "Come on down to Seattle with us," Red McGee boomed.

  "We'll show you a roarin' good time, just to celebrate the finest salmonseason ever known."

  "What do you say?" Johnny turned to Lawrence.

  "You go," said Lawrence. "I'm a farmer now. I've got to stay with mycrops, and I'm anxious to get started with the new tractor."

  Johnny went. If there were further adventures awaiting him at the end ofthat short journey you may find them recorded in a book called, _Sign ofthe Green Arrow_.

  Transcriber's Notes

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  --Silently corrected palpable typos; left non-standard spellings and dialect unchanged.

  --In the text versions, delimited italics text in _underscores_ (the HTML version reproduces the font form of the printed book.)

  --Marked with ellipses the end of page 129, where the printed edition apparently dropped a page or two from the manuscript.