Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-11-27
CHAPTER XIV (Continued)

Its a fool job - tryln TO make
friends with him." he said. Then he
added, with a sudden interested CLEAN
in his eyes, when you startin'?'
with first FROST replied McGill.. 1T
ought to come soon. I'm going to join
Sergeant Conroy and his party at Fond
du Lac - by the first Of October.
And you're going up to Fond du Lac
-alone?" queried Sandy why don't
you take MANI
The little professor laughed softly.
"Why?" he asked. 1--WE been through
the Athabasca waterways a dozen
times. and know the trail as we'll as
know Broadway. Besides, l like to
be alone. And the work isn't too hard
with the currents all flowing to the
north and east
Sandy was looking at the Dane, with
his back to McGill. An exultant CLEAN
shot for an instant into his eyes,
you're taking the dogs?"
eyes"
Sandy lighted his pipe, and spoke
like one strangely curious.
"Must cost heap to take these trips
o'yourn don't it?'
envy last cost about seven thousand
dollars. This will cost five" said Nc,
Gill
"Gawd,, breathed Sandy. "An' you
carry all that along with you! Amt
Won afraid - something might hap
pen--?"
The little professor was looking the
other way now. The carelessness in
his face and manner changed. His
blue ewes grew shade darker. A hard
smile which Sandy did not see hovered
about his lips for an instant. Then ne
turned, laughing
I'm very light sleeper he said.
"A footstep at night arouses me. Even
a mans breathing awakes me, when l
make I'D my mind that l must pc on
nv guard. And besides he drew
from his pocket a blue steeled Savage
automatic - II know how to use this. :"
He pointed to knot in the wall OF the
cabin. conserve he said. Five times
he fired at twenty PAGES. and When
Sandy went up to look at the knot ne
gave a gasp. There was one jagged
hole where the knot had been.
"Pretty good,' he grinned. Most
men couldn't do better'n that with a
rifle"
When Sandy left McGill followed
him with suspicious CLEAN in his
eyes, and curious smile on his lips.
Then he turned to Kazan.
Guess you've got him fingered out
about right, old man." he laughed soft
w. 81 don't blame you very much Tor
wanting to get him by the throat Per-
haps"
He showed his hands deep in his
( pockets, and went into the cabin. ka-
an dropped his head between his
sforepaws, and lay still, with wide open
eyes. 1t was late afternoon, early In
September, and each night brought
now the first chill breaths of autumn.
Kazan watched the last glow of the
sun as it faded out of the southern
skies. Darkness always followed
swiftly after that, and with darkness
came more fercely his wild longing
for freedom Night after night he had
gnawed at his steel chain. Night at
ter night he had watched the stars and
the moon and had listened for Gray
VOLTS call while the big Dane lay
sleeping. Tonight it was colder than
usual and the keen tang Of the wind
that came fresh from the west stirred
him strangely. It set his blood af1re
with what the Indians call the Frost
Hunger. Lethargic summer was gone
and the days ard nights of hunting
were at hand He wanted to leap out
INTO freedom and run until he was ex-
1austed. with Gray Wolf at his side.
lie knew that Gray Wolf was off there
where the stars hung low in the
lear sky. and that she was waiting
de strained at the end of his chain
md whined. All that night he was
estless more restless than he had
zen lat any time before. Once, in the
ar distance, he heard cry that he
bought gas TIE cry Of Gray Wolf, and