Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-01-19
Copyright. 1919, the
Bobs-Merrill Company
cuAPTER xxI-CoNTINUED

CHAPTER XXI-CoNTINUED
Nr of these late-comers was Sandy
lsoTrteger. There were several reasons
- sandy had left the Yukon He was
y. has" with the police who patroled
a.. country west of Dawson. and he was
.srote" In spite of these facts he was
=, the best prospoctors that had ever
s.,..rod the shores of the Klondike. He
"a made discoveries running up to a
-,,,,or or two, and had promptly lost
.s.r, through gambling and drink. He
- 40 conscience, and little fear. Bru-
20, M. ,ros the chief thing written in mis-
talS His undershot jaw. his wide eyes,
iase ,orehead and grizzly mop of red
~ nroclaimed him at once as a man
~. u .o he trusted beyond ones own vision
no. ~ w. reach of n bullet. It was sus-
o,,sd OF "a that he had killed couple of
~ and robbed others, but rs yet the
nl,,, n,,.. had failed to get anything on him.
Role. inng with this bad side of him,
onav ousa McTrigger possessed a coolness
PA . courage which even his worst en-
2 s.J .aies could not but admire, and also
1sssin mental depths which his unpleas-
~, FEATURES did not proclaim
Inside of six months Red Gold City
"a sprung up on the McFarlane, hun
ssa and nfty miles fro m Fort Smith,
oIsu s rSort smith was FIVE hundred miles
sn" ~, civiIizatlon When Sandy came he
,aoLad over the crude collection of
ryaous gambling houses and saloons in
Az new town. and made UP his mind
.Sst The time was not ripe for any of his
.grside" schemes just yet. He gambled
a little, and won sufiicient TO buy him-
s.if grub and half an outfit. A feature
uya m
rife
SANDY. who always carried the latest
savage on the market laughed Mt II.
t,t II was the best his finances would
allow of. He started south-up the Nc
lTarlane. Beyond certain point on the
river prospectors had found no gold.
Candy pushed confidently beyond this
polnt. Not until he was In new country
dId he begin his search. Slowly he worked
his way up a small tributary whose head
r,aters were so or 60 miles to the south
and east. Here aud there he found fairly
gnod placer gold. He might have panned
"a or Ss worth n day. With this much he
was disgusted. Week after week he con-
tnued to work his way upstream, and
the farther he went the poorer his pans
became At last only occasionally did he
find colors. After such disgusting weeks
as these Sandy was dangerous-when in
fhe company of others. Alone he was
harmless.
One afternoon he ran his canoe ashore
on n white strip of sand. This was at
bend, where the stream had widened. and
gave promise OF at least a few colors.
He bent down close to the edge vi the
water when something caught his atten-
tlon on the wet sand. What he saw were
the footprints of animals. Two had come
down to drink. They had stood side by
side. And the footprints were fresh
made not more than an hour before. A
gleam Of interest shot into Sandy's eyes.
He looked behind him. and up and uown
the stream
wolves" he grunted wish could
a. shot at 'em with that old minute-gun
back there. Gawd-listen to that! And
in broad daylight, tool"
He jumped to his feet, staring off into
the bush.
A quarter of q mile away Gray Wolf
had caught the dreaded scent of man in
the wind. and was giving voice to her
warning. 1t was a long wailing howl.
and not until its last echoes had died
away did Sandy McTrlgger move. Then
he returned to the canoe. took out his old
gun. put fresh cap on the nipple and
disappeared quickly over the edge of the
bank.
For week Kazan and Gray Wolf had
been wandering about the headwaters
Of the McFarlane and this was the first
time since the preceding winter that Gray
Wolf had caught the scent of man in
the air.
When the wind brought the danger
signal to her she was alone. Two or
three minutes before the scent came TO
her kazan had left her side in swift pur-
suit OF a snowshoe rabbit, and she lay
nat on her belly under n bush, waiting
Tor him In these moments when she was
alone Gray Wolf was constantly shifting
the air. Blindness had developed her
scent and hearing until they We're next to
infallible. First she had heard the rattle
OF Sandy McTrigger's paddle against the
ace OF his canoe a quarter of a mile
away. Scent had followed swiftly. Five
minutes after her warning howl Kazan
stood at her side, his head flung up, his
Jaws open and painting. Sandy had
hunted Arctic foxes, and he was using
the Eskimo tactics now, swinging in a
half-eircle until he should come up in