The Kennewick courier. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1905-1914, 1906-11-09

eoinS. the more utterly malignant I
sprang to NY feet, gripping Reski by the
shoulder.
'What IL thatY' 1 cried.
evolves, mein Herr"
"Will they attack us?
Calm yourself, mein Herr" 10 an
swered gruffly, his eyes still set on the
track before him. 1.-The winter is young,
and their mouths are not empty.
The pace of the horses had dropped to
a~slow trot. They advanced stif1y, with
staring eyes and ears pricked forward. l
remained standing. peering across the
drivers seat at the white track that ran
dimly away between the banks of pines.
Suddenly from a snow-pOwdered thick
ct before us there burst a chorus of low
snarls that grew into the short. angry
| barks of dogs disturbed. With a jerk
the horses stopped, trembling and squeez-
ing themselves together with the fear
that was ON them.
'They have something there" cried
Reski, and there was a shudder in his
voice. "Otherwise they would not be SO
bold. Take the reins, mein Herr"
He thrust them into my, hands and
jumped from the seat. His pistol fash
ed, and l caught glimpse of forms sour
rying over the snow. Then the darkness
fell again like a veil.
what have you found?' shouted.
Under the trees it is hard to see"
came back his answer. 'Perhaps-I was
mistaken. But wait"
He struck match, and his tall, thin
figure sprang out in silhouette as he
moved slowly forward, shielding the light
with his hands.
Here are the footprints Of the wolves
it was here that they gathered.
There is something by the tree.
1t is not a log-ah, no! but it is not
a log, though it lies so still. l
fear to approach-how l fear! Have
mercy! 1t is a man! 1t Is Ivan, my
sonv'
We were on Marnac's trail-the trail
of the dead.
At last it was all over Alone, for I
dared not leave my hold upon the fright
ened horses, Reski carried his son to the
sleigh and laid him there beside me, with
a rug across the face. He had been killed
from behind, poor lad. with a revolver
shot in the back of his head. He had
refused to proceed, and Marnac had not
hesitated. That was plain enough. |
thanked God that we had been in time
to save him from the wolves.
Yet there had been but a short delay.
For when Reski had seen his dead be-
the reins and sent his horses forward. HI
aHa
ISOLATION. But as l watched him sitting
above me, peering ahead like some old
teak figure on a vessels bows, there was
grim intensity about tho man. a fixed
resolve that was strange to witness. So
we fed through the night, down the
interminable avenues Of pines, bearing
our dead with us.
1t was one o'clock whea us lit upon
a wayside inn. Our clamOr aroused the
landlord, who directed US to where a ket-
tie simmering on the stove gave a warm
mash for the horses and hot coffee for
ourselves. He was sleepily injurious.
nor did he inquire what was the thing
beneath the rugs which we carried with
us. But he gave us news. Marnac had
left there less than two hours before. He
had been greatly delayed by collision
with a tree, and some rough repairs had
been necessary. One of his horses, too
had been slightly famed. Yet Reski
showed no unusual interest in the tale
we heard. He spent his time With his
horses, grooming and soothing them. 1t
was not till they had rested three-quar-
ters of an hour that he called me out
from my seat by the stove. and again we
hn ohoc
1t was at dawn that we sighted him.
He was climbing a long slope, black
speek in the white riband Of a road.
Above him, long fakes of orange cloud
were slowly frightening and deepening
in color. AS he topped the hill, the sun
came peering up over mOorland heaped
with tumbled drifts. The sky. flushed
and faded to a deep cobalt blue. So day
came.
1t almost seemed as if our horses I'M
derstood. They increased their pace
without a touch of the whip, tugging at
the frozen. twisted reins. As they. too,
rose the hill. Reski shouted to them, and
they stepped briskly forward. The fresh
snow had frozen, and we Travelled we'll.
the surface cracking as we crushed over
it, We were less than quarter of
mile from him when he turned and no.
ticed u.s. We saw him spring to his feet
and lash his team, but the off-side horse
was running stiffly and his pace scarcely
increased He leaned down, fumbling
and searching at his feet, while he held
the reins in one hand. After that he
did not hurry, but drove steadily forward,
glancing at us now and again over his
shoulder.
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