Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-11-25
CHAPTER XIII (Continued.)


At his words every voice was st1lled.
KaZan had turned. He was facing the
huge Dane. And the Dane had turned
his eyes to Kazan. Cautiously, pre-
pared for lunge or a sidestep, kazan
advanced a little. The Danes shoul'
ders bristled. He, too, advanced up
on Kazan. Four feet apart they stood
rigid. One could have heard whisper
in the room now Sandy and Harker,
standing close to the cage, scarcely
breathed.s Splendid in every limb and
muscle. warriors Of hundred fights,
and fearless to the point of death, the
two half-wolf victims of man stood
facing each other. None cold see the
questioning look in their brute eyes.
None knew that in this thrilling mo-
ment the unseen hand of the wonder
ful Spirit God of the wilderness hover
ed between them, and that one of its
miracles was descending upon them.
II was understanding Meeting in the
open - rivals in the traces - they
would have been rolling in the throes
Of terrific battle. But here came that
mute appeal Of brotherhood. In the
final moment, when only a step separ-
ated them, and when men expected to
see the first mad lnnge, the splendid
Dane slowly raised his head and look
ed over Kazan's back through the
glare of the lights Harker trembled,
and under his breath he cursed. The
Danes throat was open to kazan. But
between the beast had passed the
voiceless pledge of peace. kazan did
not leap. He turned. And shoulder to
shoulder splendid in their contempt
OF man they stood and looked
through the bars of their prison into
the one Of human faces.
A roar from the crowd roar OF
anger. of demand, of threat. In his
rage Harker drew revolver and level
Id it at the Dane. Above the tumult
;5f the crowd a single voice stopped
'Hqld!" 1t demanded Hold in
the n Ene of the law!"
Fors a moment there was silence.
Every face turned in the direction OF
the voice. Two men stood on chairs
behind the last row. One was Ser.
geant Brokaw, of the Royal Northwest
Mounted. It was he who had spoken.
He was holding up hand, command
ing silence and attention. On the
chair beside him stood another man.
He was thin with dropping shoulders,
and a pale smooth face little man
whose physique and hollow cheeks
told nothing Of the years he had spent
close up along the raw edge Of the
Arctic. II was he who spoke now
while the sergeant held up his hand
His voice was low and quiet:
'I'1l give the owners five hundred
dollars for those dogs" he said.
Every man in the room heard the Of
Fer. Harker looked at Sandy. For an
InstaH their heads we're close together
.Ix,Iassfy won't fight. and they'll make
teammates" the little man went
Az I'll give the owners five hun
~. dollars
FHarker raised a hand.
Make it SIX he said. make 1t six
and they're yours.
The little man hesitated. Then he
nodded.
.Ill give you six hundred" he
agreed.
Murmurs Of discomfort rose through .
out the crowd Harker climbed to the
edge of the platform.
We amt to blame because they
wouldn't fight" he shouted, "but if
here's any of you small enough to
want your money back you can git it
is you go out The dogs laid down
IN lls. that's all We amt to blame"
The little man was edging his way
'etween the chairs. accompanied by
he sergeant of police. With his pale
ace close to the sailing bars Of the
age he looked at Kazan and the big
)ane.
u guess We'll be good friends" he
aid, and he spoke so low that only
he dogs heard his voice. TITS big
rice. buS wsp charge it to the Smith.