lips with an eager tongue no white was not for sale at any price but beauty smith knew the ways of indians he visited gray s camp often and hidden under his coat was always a black bottle or so one of the of is the breeding of thirst gray got the thirst his and burnt stomach began to for more and more of the while his brain thrust all by the unwonted permitted him to go any length to obtain it the money he had received for his and and began to go it went faster and faster and the shorter his money sack grew the shorter grew his temper in the end his money and goods and temper were all gone nothing remained to him but his thirst a prodigious possession in itself that grew more pro with every sober breath he drew then it was that beauty smith had talk with him again about the sale of but this time the price offered was in not dollars and gray s ears were more eager to hear you um dog you take um all right was his last word the bottles were delivered but after two days white � you um dog were beauty smith s w t b to gray white into camp one evening and dropped down with a sigh of content the dreaded white god was not there for his tions of desire to lay hands on him had been growing more and during that time white had been compelled to avoid the camp he did not know what evil was threatened by those hands he knew only that they did threaten evil of some sort and that it was best for him to keep out of their reach but scarcely had he lain down when gray staggered over to him and tied a leather around his neck he sat down beside holding the end of the in his hand in the other hand he held a bottle which from time to time was above his head to the accompaniment of noises an hour of this passed when the of feet in contact with the ground the one who approached white heard it first and he was with recognition while gray still nodded white tried to draw the softly out of his master s hand but the relaxed fingers closed tightly and gray roused beauty smith strode into camp and stood over white he softly up at the thing of the mad � fear keenly the of the hands one hand extended outward and began to descend npon his head his soft grew tense and harsh the hand continued slowly to descend while he crouched beneath it it his growing shorter and shorter as with breath it approached its suddenly he snapped striking with his like a snake the hand was jerked back and the teeth together with a sharp click beauty smith was frightened and angry gray white alongside the head so that he down dose to the earth in respectful obedience white s suspicious eyes followed every movement he saw beauty smith go away and return with a stout club then the end of the was given over to him by gray beauty smith started to walk away the grew white resisted it gray him right and left to make mm get up and follow he obeyed but with a rush himself upon the stranger who was dragging him away beauty smith did not jump away he had been waiting for this he swung the club stopping the rush and white down upon the ground gray laughed and nodded approval beauty smith the again and white crawled and to his feet ia white he did not rush a second time one from the club was sufficient to him that the white god knew how to handle it and be was too w to fight the inevitable so he followed at beauty smith s heels his tail between his legs yet softly under his breath but beauty smith kept a wary eye on him and the club was held always ready to strike at the fort beauty smith left him securely tied and went in to bed white waited an hour then he applied his teeth to the and in the space of ten seconds was free he had wasted no time with his teeth there had been no useless tlie was cut across almost as clean as though done by a knife white looked up at the fort at the same time and growling then he turned and trotted back to gi ay s camp he owed no to this strange and terrible god he had given himself to gray and to he considered he still belonged but what had occurred before was repeated � with a difference gray again made him fast with a and in the morning turned him over to beauty smith and here was where the difference came in beauty smith gave him a beating tied securely white could only rage and endure the punishment club and whip were both the mad god upon and he experienced the worst beating he had ever received in life even the big beating given him in his hood by gray was i mild compared witli this beauty smith enjoyed the task he delighted in it he over his victim and his eyes as he swung the whip or club and listened to white s cries of pain and to his helpless and for beauty smith was cruel in the way that are cruel and himself before the blows or angry speech of a man he himself in turn upon creatures weaker than he all life lilies power and beauty smith was no exception denied the expression of power amongst his own kind he fell back upon the lesser creatures and there the life that was in him but beauty smith had not created himself i and no blame was to be attached 