Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-11-23

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where the club had fallen. One eye
was almost closed. SeVeral ti1nee
sandy came near, much pleased al
what he regarded as the good results
! of the beating. Each time he broush,
the club. The third time he proddeo,
| Kazan with it. and the dog snarled anu
snanned savagely at the end of 1t. mat
| Was what Sandy wanted - 1t was an
o1d trick of the dog SLAYER. Instantly
he was using the club again, until VIII
a whining cry Kazan SUNK unaer tns
nrotec ton of the snag to which he was
fastened. He could scarcely drag MIN
self. His right forepaw was smashed.
His bindouarters sank under him. for
q time after this second beating ne
could not have escaped had he been
free.
Sandy was in unusually good h'lmor r;
"I'n take the devil out OF you az
right" he told Kazan for the t"en:letn
time, There's nothin' like beatln 70
make dogs an wimmin live up 10 the
mark. A month from now youll De
worth two hundred dollars or III skill
you alive!" ,,,,,-
Three or four times before dusk
Sandy worked to arouse Kazan's AMI
mostly But there was no longer any
desire left in Kazan to fight. His two
terrific beatings. and the crushing
hlow of the bullet against his Skull
had made him sick He lay with MS
head between his forepaws, his eyes
closed and did not see McTrigser. ne
Maid no attention to the meat that was
thrown under his nose. He DID not
Lnow when the last Of the sun sank
behind the western forests, OF Nnen
the darkness came. But at last soi,1 nc.
thing reused him from his stupor. ~
bic dazed and sickened brain II came
Inc a call from out Of the far past, anu
he raised his head and listened. w.
IN the sand McTrigger had oullt
are and the man stood in the red glow
~ 4 now. facine the dark shadows pc
,,ona the shore line. He. too, was us
tering, What had reused kazan came
, gain now - the lost mourning cry OF
GOV wolf far out on the plain.
with a whine Kazan was on his 1ee1
+,oeinc Of the babiche. Sandy snatch
O., IN his club and leaped toward MIN
"Down. YOU brute" he commanded:
In the freight the club rose ana
foil with ferocious uuickness. When
McTrigger returned to the nre ne was
breathing hard again. He tossed MS
club beside the blankets he had spread
out for a bed. It was a different LOOK
ing club now. 1t was covered with
blood and hair.
"cuess that'll take the spirit out OF
him" he chuckled. It'll do that = OF
kill inn" 49,
heard GRAY VOLTS call He wnlneo
softly in response. fearing the club. He
watched the fire until the last embers
Of II died out. and then cautiously
dragged himself from under the snag
Two or three times he tried to stanu
on his feet. but fell back each time
His legs were not broken, but the
main of standing on them was excru
ciating. He was hot and feverish. All
that night he had craved a drink OF
water, When Sandy crawled out from
between his blankets In the early dawn
he gave him both meat and water. Ka.
zan drank the water, but would not
touch the meat. Sandy regarded the
change in him with satisfaction. By the
time the syn was up he had finished
his breakfast and was ready to leave
He approached Kazan fearlessly now,
without the club. Untying the babiche
he dragged the dog to the canoe. Ka.
zan Sunk in the sand while his captor
fastened the end Of the hide rope to
the stern Of the canoe. Sandy grinned.
What was about to hanpen would be
fun for him. In the Yukon he had
learned how to take the spirit out OF
dogs.
He pushed or bow foremost Brac-
ing himself with his paddle he then
began to pull Kazan toward the water.
In a Few moments KaZan stood with
his forefeet planted In the damp sand
at the edge of the stream. For brief
interval Sandy allowed the babiche to
fall slack. Then with sudden power
full pull he jerked Kazan out into the
water. Instantly he sent the canoe in.
to midstream, swung it quickly down
with the current. and began to paddle
enough to keep the babiche taut about
his victims neck. In spite of his sick
ness and injuries Kazan was now COM
nelled to swim to keep his head above
water. In the wash of the canoe, and
with Sandy's strokes growing steadily
stronger, his position became each mo-
ment one Of increasing torture. At
times his shaggy head was pulled com.
nletely under the water. At others
Sandy would wait until he had drifted
and then thrust him under
with the end of his paddle. He grew
weaker. At the end of a half mile be
was drowning. Not until then did
Sandy pull him alongside and drag him
INTO the canoe. The dog fell limp and