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

his answer reused McGill from deep
sleep. 1t was dawn, and the little pro-
lessor dressed himself and came out OF
the cabin. With satisfaction he noted
the exhilarating snap In the air. He
wet his fingers and held them above
his head, chuckling when he found the
wind had swung into the north. He
went to Kazan, and talked to him.
Among other things he said, 'This'll
put the black flies to sleep Kazan A
dav or two more of it and We'll start"
Five days later McGill led first the
Dane, and then Kazan, to a packed
canoe. Sandy McTrigger saw them on
and Kazan watched for a chance to
leap at him. Sandy kept his distance,
and McGill watched the two with
thought that set the blood running
swiftly behind the mask of his care
less smile. They had slipped mile
down stream when he leaned over and
laid fearless hand on Kazan's head.
Something in the touch of that hand,
and in the professors voice, kept Ka-
ian from desire to snap at him. He
tolerated the friendship with express
sionless eyes and motionless body.
81 was beginning to fear wouldn't
have much sleep, old boy chuckled
McGill ambiguously, "but guess can
take a nap now and then with you
along!"
He made camp that night fifteen
miles up the lake shore. The big Dane
he fastened to sapling twenty yards
from his small silk tent, but Kazan's
chain he made fast to the butt of
stunted birch that held down the tent
flap Before he went into the tent for
the night McGill pulled out his auto
matte and examined it with care.
For three days the journey contin-
ued without a mishap along the shore
of Lake Athabasca. On the fourth
night McGill pitched his tent in a
clump Of banskian Inc a hundred
yards back from the water. All that
day the wind had come steadily from
behind them and for ut least half Of
the day the professor had been watch
ing Kazan closely. From the west
there had now and then come scent
that stirred him uneasily. Since noon
he had shifted the wind Twice McGill
had heard him growing deep in his
throat, and once, when the scent had
come stronger than usual, he had bar
ed his fangs, and the bristles stood up
L
striking camp the little professor did
not build a fire, but sat looking up the
shore of the lake through his hunting
glass. 1t was dusk when he returned
to where he had put up his tent and
chained the dogs. For few moments
he stood unobserved, looking at the
wolf dog. Kazan was still uneasy. He
lay facing the west. McGill made note
of this for the big Dane lay behind Ka-
IAN - to the east Under ordinary
conditions Kazan would have faced
him. He was sure now that there was
something in the west wind. A little
SILVER ran up his back as he thought
of what it might be-
Behind rock he built very small
fire. and prepared supper. After this
he went into the tent, and when he
came out he carried blanket under
his arm. He chuckled as he stood for
a moment over Kazan
Were not going to sleep in there
tonight. old boy" he said Il don't like
what you've found in the west wind.
It may be a - thunder storm!' He
laughed at his Joke, and buried himself
in clump of stunted banskfans thirty
PAGES from the tent Here he rolled
himself in his blanket, and went to
sleep. !
It was a quiet starlit night, and
hours afterward Kazan dropped his
nose between his forepaws and drows- !
cd It was the snap of twig that
reused him. The sound did not awaken
he sluggish Dane but instantly IA
ans head was alert, his keen nostrils
shifting the air. What he had smelled
al dav was heavy about him now. He
ay still and qu:vering. Slowly, from
mt of the banskians behind the tent,
here came a figure It was not the
title professor. It approached cautious
v. with lowered head and hunched !.