The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1912-08-27
BY JAMES OLIVER CURWoOD, Author of
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| nc uuFuh'tu, MS White teetn still
cleaning In n smile. and not until he
launched himself like cat Mt Dixon's
throat was the Englishman convinced
that he meant attack. In fash Dix
| on stepped little TO one side and sent
out crashing blow that caught Jean
on the side of the head and sent him
fat upon his back in the trail.
Half stunned. Gravois came to his
feet. He did not hear the shrill cry
of terror from the twist In the trail.
He did not look back to see Melissa
standing there. But Dixon both saw
and heard. and he laughed tnuntingly
over Jeans head as the little French
man came toward him again. more
cautiously than before.
1t was the first time that Jean had
ever come into contact with science
He darted in again in his quick, cat
like way and received a blow that
dazed him. This time he held TO his
feet.
bah, this is like striking babyw
exclaimed Dixon. What are you fight
ing about, Gravois? Is II crime up
here to kiss pretty girl?"
II am going to kill you" said Jean.
as coolly rs before.
There was something terribly calm
and decisive In his voice. He was not
excited. He was not afraid His fin
gers did not go near the long knife in
his belt. Slowly the laugh faded from
Dixon's face, and tense lines gathered
around his mouth as Jean circled about
him.
"Come. we don't want trouble like
this" he urged. I'm sorry-if Melissa
didn't like It,"
81 am going to kill your repeated
Jean.
1t was the science OF the forest man
pitted against that of another world.
For sport Jean had played with
wounded lynx. His was the quickness
of sight, Of instinct-without the 9th
er's science-the quickness of the great
loon that had often played this same
game with his rifle fire, of the sledge
dog whose ripping fangs carried death
so quickly that eyes could not follow.
A third and fourth time he came
within striking distance and escaped.
He half drew his knife. and Mt the
movement Dixon sprang back until his
shoulders touched the brush. Smiling
ly Gravois unsheathed the blade and
tossed 1t behind him in the trail. His
eyes We're like serpent's In their
steadiness. and the muscles of his body
were drawn us tight rs steel springs,
ready to loose themselves when the
chance came.
There were tricks in his fighting as
well ms In the others, and a dawning
of it began to grow upon Dixon. He
dropped his arms to his side, inviting
Jean within reach. Suddenly the little
Frenchinan Strengthened. His glitter
ing eye, shot from the Englishman's
face to the brush behind him, and
piercing yell burst from his lips. In
voluntarily Dixon started half turning
his face and before he had come to his
guard Gravois flung himself under his
arms. striking with the full force of
his body against his antagonists knees.
Together they went down In the
trail. There was only one science now
that OF the forest man. The 1.-THE.
brown fingers that could have crushed
the life of a lynx, fastened themselves
around the Englishman's throat. and
there came one gasping. quickly throt-
tied cry ms they frightened In their neck
breaking grip.
II will kill you said Jean again.
DiSon'S arms fell Imply to his side.
His eyes bulged from their sockets,
his mouth was agape, but Jean did not
see. His face was buried on the others
shoulder. the whole life OF him in the
grip He wound not have raised his
head for full minute longer had there
not come a sudden interruption-the
terrified voice of Melissa, the frantic
tearing of her hands ut his hands.
"He Is deadr she shrieked. You
have killed him, jean"
Jean looked into DiXon's eye.
"He is not dead" he said, rising and
going to her side. come, my dear,
run home to Iowaka. will not kill
him." Her slender form shook with
agonzed sobs as he led her to the
turn In the trail. Run home to To-
waka," he repeated gently. II will
not kill him. Melissa"