Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-10-12
CHAPTER w (Continued)

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He sned swiftly into the thick
spruce, and paused, fiat and hidden,
with only his head showing from be-
hind a tree. He knew that his master
would not spare him. Three tlmes
Thorpe had beaten him for swapping
at McCready. The last time he woulo
have shot him if the girl had not saw
ed, him. And now he had torn Nc
Cready's throat. He had taken the
the life from him., and his master
would not spare him. Even the woman
could not save him. :,
Kazan was sorry that his master nad
returned dazed and bleeding, after ne
had torn McCready's jugular. Then ne
would have had her always. She would
have loved him. She did love MIN.
And he would have followed her, and
fought for her always, and died 1or
her when the time came. But Thorpe
had come IN from the forest again,
and Kazan had skunk away quickly -
for Thorpe meant to him what all men
meant to him now; the club, the whip
and the strange things that spat nre
and death. And now =
Thorpe had come out from the tent
It was approaching dawn, and in his
hand he held a rifle. A moment later
the girl came out, and her hand
caught the mans arm. They looked
toward the thing covered by the Dlan.
ket. Then she spoke to Thorpe ana
he suddenly Strengthened and thre"
back his head.
"H-o-o-o- Kazan - Kazan = ka'
zan!" he called.
A SILVER ran through KaZan. The
man was trying to inveigle him back.
He had in his hand the thing that
killed.
"Kazan - Kazan = K-a-a-a-a-zan!"
he shouted again.
Kazan sneaked cautiously back from
the tree. He knew that distance meant
nothing to the cold thing of dealh that
Thorpe held in his hand He turned
his head once, and whtned softly, and
for an instant a great longing filled his
Redeemed eyes as he saw the last OF
the, girl.
He knew, now, that he was leaving
her, forever, and there was an ache in
his heart that had never been there be-
fore. pain that was not of the club
or whip, of cold or hunger, but which
was greater than them all, and which
filled him with desire to throw back
lis head and cry out his loneliness to
the gray emptiness of the sky.
Back in the camp the girls voice
quivered. ,.
HE is gone"
The man. strong voice choked a
little.
eyes. he is gone. He knew and
didn't. I'd give = year Of my life =
II I hadn't whipped hin yesterday and
last night. He won't come back
Isobel Thorpe's hand frightened on
his arm.
'.He will.'' she cried. "He won't
leave me. He loved me, if he was
savage and terrible. And he knows
that love him. He'll come back -
Listen
From deep in the forest there came
a. long wailing howl filled with a
plaintive sadness. It was Kazan' s
farewell TO the woman.
After that cry Kazan sat for long
time on his launches, emitting the new
freedom of the air. and watching the
deep black pits in the forest about
him. AS they faded away before dawn
Now and then, since the day the trad
ers had first bought him and put him
.nto sledge traces away over on the
Mackenzie, he had often thought OF
hissfreedom longingly, the wolf blood
in him urging him to take it. But he
had never quite dared. It thrilled him
NV. Th re were no clubs here, no
WHIPS, nooe of, the man beasts whom
ne 1ad Fl It learned to distrust and
tnen to ha .. If was his misfortune
1na. u,uart~r strain. of wolf; and the
clups, instead " subduing him, had
ahu ~ the sayagery that was born
N 49, Men had been his worst