Condon globe. (Condon, Gilliam Co., Or.) 189?-1919, 1913-02-21
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AuGhor Of ''The
Danger 1rrail''


into new strength until be stood up
and sniffed like 40 animal In the wind
that was coming over the ridge from
the south.
There was something IN that wind
that thrilled him IL stnng his uostriIs
TO quick sensing OF the nearuess
OF something that was human. he
sme,led smoke. in it there was the
pungent odor OF green balsam mixed
with a faint perfume OF pitch pine.
and because the odor Of pitch grew
stronger az he assembled he knew that
II was a small 6re that was making
the smoke. with none Of the fierce. dry
woods 10 burn up the smell. IL was
a fire hidden among the rocks. tiny
fire. over which the fleeing missioner
was cooking bis breakfast.
Jan almost moaned aloud IN bis glad.
ness. and the old mad strength return.
ed TO bis body Near the summit Of
the ridge be picked up a club. IL was
u short. thick club with the heavy end
knotied and twisted
Cautiously he lifted his face over the
rocks and looked out upon plateau
still deep In snow swept bare by the
winters winds and covered with rocks
and bushes. His face was so white
| that at a little distance 1t might have
been taken for snow hare. 1t went
winter when few yards away he 81 "
| the fre. the man and the dogs.
The man was close to the little blaze.
his broad shoulders huDched over.
steadying a small pot over the fame.
Beyond him were the dogs huddled
about the sledge. inanimate as death.
Jan drew himself over the rocks.
Once he had seen big footed lynx
creep upon q wide wake fox. and. like
that lynx. he crept upon the man be-
side the fire. One of the tired dogs
moved. and bis pointed nostrils quiv'
cred 10 the air Jan lay Eat in the
snow Then the dogs muzzle dropped
between his paws. and the boy moved
on
Inch by inch he advanced. The inch
90 multiplied themselves into a foot
the foot heightened into yards. and
still the man remained hunched oveI
his simmering pot In fash Jan tool
the last leap and MS club crashed
down upon the missioners bead The
mao pitched over like a log, and. with
a shrlll cry. the boy was at his throat
II am Jan ThoreauP be shrieked
IL am san Thoreau--Jan Thoreau-
come to keel your He dropped ht
club ana was upon the mans chest
his slender tingers tightening like stee
wire about the thick throat Of his en-
smy II keei you siow-slowF' ne erie,
rs the missioner struggled weakly.
The great thick body heaved unde
MIN. ana ne put all his strength int
his hands. Something struck him II
the face. Something struck him agaiI
and again. but he felt neither the pail
nor the force of it, and his voice sob
bed out his triumph as he choked. Th'
mans hands reached up and tore a
his hair, but Jan saw only the mis-
sioners mottled face growing NOR
} notified and his eyes staring in create
agony up into his own.
. Il am Jan Thoreau." he painted agaiI
aud again. Il am Jan Thoreau, an
keel you-keel you.'
The blood poured from his face. |
; blinded him until he could no longe
! see the one from which he was chok
} ing life He bent down his head to es
!. cape the blows. The mans bod,
heaved more and more: it turned unit
lie was half under il. but still he hum
E to the thick throat. as the weasel hang
! In tenacious death to the jugIlar of it
. prey.
: The missioner's weight was upo
0 him in crushing force now. His hug
: hands struck and tore at the boys hea