The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-08-30
T he Honor
 By Dannes Oliver GUTw00d
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He advanced. his white teeth still cleaning in a smile, and not until he launched himself like a cat at Dixon's throat. was the Englishman convinced that he meant attack. In a flash Dix on stepped little to one side and sent out a 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 shr1il cry of terror from the twist in the trail. He did not look back to see Melisse standing there. But Dixon both saw and heard, and he laughed tauntingly over Jeans head as the little French man came toward him again, more cautiously than before.
 It 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 blow that dazed him This time he held to his feet
 Bah. this is like striking baby?' exclaimed Dixon. What are you fight ing about, Gravois? Is-it crime up here to. kiss pretty girl2"
 T am going to kill youl'' said Jean. as coolly as 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 Dfx0n's face, and tense lines gathered around his mouth as Jean circled about him.
 ''Come, we don't want trouble like tfis,'' he urged. "I'm sorry--if Melisse didn't like it.''
 II am going to kill your repeated
 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 oth- CTS scfence--the quickness of the gteat loon that had often played this same game with his rife fire of the sledge dog whose ripping fangs carried death so quickly that eyes could not follow.
 a within striking distance and escaped. He half drew his knife, and at the movement Dixon sprang back until his shoulders touched the brush. Smiling ly Gravois unsheathed the blade and tossed it behind him in the trail. His eyes were like a serpent's in their steadiness, and the muscles of his body were drawn as tight as steel springs ready to loose themselves when the chance came.
 There were tricks in his fighting as we'll as in the others, and dawning Of # began to grow upon Dixon. He dropped his arms to his side, inviting Jean within reach Suddenly the little Frenehman strengthened. His glitter ing eyes shot from the Englishman s face to the brush behind him, and a piercing yell burst from his lips. In voluntarily Dixon started, half turning his face. and before he had come to his guard GFayois 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 lynx, fastened themselves around the Englishman's throat, and there came one gasping, quickly throt tied cry as they frightened in their neck breaking grip
 s'I will kill you!'' said Jean again.
 Dixon's arms fell Imply to his side His eyes bulged from their sockets his mouth was agape, but Jean did not nee. His face was buried on. the others shoulder, the whole life of him in the grip. He would not have raised his head for full minute longer haSAhere not come a sudden interruption-the terrified voice of Melisse, the frantic tearing of her hands at bis hands
 ."He is deadw she shrfeked. "You have killed him, Jeany'
 Jean looked into Dixon's eyes.
 He is not dead" he said, rising and going to her side. Come, my dear, run home to Iowaka. I will not kill him. Her slender form shook with agonized sobs as he led her to the turn in the trail "Run home to To- waka,'. he repeated gently. "I will not kill him, Melisse."
 He went back to Dixon and rubbed snow over the mans face.
 My God, but it was near to itr' he exclaimed, as there came flicker of