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

gasping in the lotion. Brutal though
Sandy's methods had been, they had
worked his purpose. In kazan there
was no longer desire to fight. He no
longer struggled for freedom. He knew
that this man was his master. and TOT
the time his spirit was gone. All ne
desired now was to be allowed to lie IN
the bottom of the canoe, out OF reach
Of the club and safe from the water.
The club lay between him and the
man. The end of it was within foot
Or two of his nose. and what he smell
ed was his own blood.
For five days and five nights the
journey down stream continued, ana
McTrigger's process of civil1zing ka-
zan was continued in three more beat.
ings with the club and another resort
to the water torture. On the morning
of the sixth day they reached Red COLD
City, and McTrigger put up his tent
close to the river. Somewhere he OBJ
tanned a chain for kazan, and after
fastening the dog securely back OF the
tent he cut off the babiche muzzle.
"You can't put on meat in muzzle,
he told his prisoner. "An' l want you
to git strong an fierce as hell. I've
got an idee. It's an idee you can lick
your weight in wildcats. Well pull off
a stunt pretty soon thatll fill our
pockets with dust. I've done it afore,
and we can do it here Wolf an dog
s'elp me Gawd but it'll be DRAWN
card!"
Twice a day after this he brought
fresh raw meat to Kazan. Quickly ka-
zan's spirit and courage returned to
him. The soreness left his limbs. His
battered Jaws healed. And after the
fourth day each time that Sandy came
with meat he greeted him with the
challenge of his snarling fangs. Nc
Trigger did not beat him now. He
gave him no fish, no tallow and meal
nothing but raw meat. He travelled
five miles up the river to bring in the
fresh entrail of a caribou that had
been killed. One day Sandy brought
another man with him and when the
stranger came step too near Kazan
made sudden swift lunge at him The
man jumped back with startled oath.
Hell do he growled. Hes light
err by ten or fifteen pounds than the
Dane, but he's got the teeth, an the
quickness, an he'll give good show
before he goes under.'
"I'll make you bet of twenty-five
per cent Of my share that he don't
go under" offered Sandy.
'Done!" said the other. How long
before he'll be ready?"
Sandy thought moment
Another week." he said. "He won't
have his weight before then. A week
from today, we'll say. Next Tuesday
night. Does that suit you, Harker?"
Harker nodded.
Next Tuesday night" he agreed.
Then he added, "I'll make 1t a half of
my share that the Dane kills your
wolf dog
Sandy took long look at Kazan.
'I'll just take you on that" he said.
Then, as he shook Harker's hand, 81
don't believe there's dog between
here and the Yukon that can kill the
wolff"
CHAPTER XIII.
Professor McGiIl.
Red Gold City was ripe for night
of relaxation. There had been some
liquor to create excitement now and
gambling. a few fights and enough
then but the presence of the mounted
police had served to keep things un-
usually tame compared with events
few hundred miles farther north, In
the Dawson country. The entertain
ment proposed by Sandy McTrigger
and Jan Harker met with excited fav-
or The news spread for twenty miles
about Red Gold City and there had
in, q
town than on the afternoon and night
of the big fight This was largely be-
cause Kazan and the huge Dane had
been placed on exhibition, each dog
in a specially made cage of his own,
and fever of betting began. Three
hundred men, each of whom was pay
ing Ave dollars to see the battle, view
ed the gladiators through the bars OF
their cages. Harker's dog was COM
bination of Great Dane and nastih,
born in the north, and bred to the
traces. Betting favored him by the
odds of two to one. Occasionally it
ran three to one At these odds there
was plenty of Kazan money. Those
who were risking their money on him
were the older wilderness men men
who had spent their lives among dogs,
and who knew what the red CLINT In
Kazan's eyes meant. An old Kootenay
miner spoke low in another's ear:
I'D bet on i'm even. I'd give odds if
l had to. He'll fight all around the
Dane. The Dane won't have no meth
3D."
But he's got the weight" said the
other obviously Look at his jaws.
on, his shoulders -"
AN his big feet. an his soft throat