Bonners Ferry herald., 1917-11-13
CHAPTER Ill.-Continued.

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Later, after Thorpe and his wife
had gone into their tent, it began to
snow, and the effect of the snow upon
McCready puzzled Kazan. The man
from the flask that he had used the
night before. In the freight his face
grew redder and redder, and Kazan
could see the strange CLEAN of his
teeth as he gazed at the tent in which
his mistress was sleeping. Again and
again he went close to that tent, and
listened. Twice he heard movement.
The last time, it was the sound of
Thorpes deep breathing. McCready
hurried back to the fire and turned his
face straight up to the sky. The snow
was falling so thickly that when he
lowered his face he blinked and wiped
his eyes. Then he went into the gloom
and bent low over the trail they had
made a few hours before. 1t was al
most obliterated by the falling snow.
Another hour and there would be no
trail-nothing the next day to tell who
ever might pass that they had come
this way. BY morning it would cover
everything, even the fire, if he allowed
1t to die down. McCready drank again,
out in the darkness. Low words of an
insane joy burst from his lips. His
head was hot with n drunken fire. His
heart beat madly, but scarcely more
furiously than did Kazan's when the
dog saw that McCready was returning
with a club The club he placed on
end against a tree. Then he took a
lantern from the sledge and lighted 1t.
He approached Thorpes tent-flap, the
lantern in his hand.
"Ho, Thorpe-Thorpe !" he called.
There was no answer. He could hear
Thorpe breathing. He drew the flap
aside a little, and raised his voice.
"Thorpew
Still there was no movement inside,
and he united the flap strings and
thrust in his lantern. The light flashed
on Isobels golden head, and McCready
stared at it, his eyes burning like red
awakening. Quickly he dropped the
flap and rustled it from the outside.
"Ho, Thorpe-Thorpe he called
again.
This time Thorpe replied.
"Hello McCready-is that your"
McCready drew the flap back a lit
tie, and spoke in a low voice.
Eyes. Can you come out minute
Something's happening out in the
woods. Don't wake up your wife"
He drew back and waited. A minute
later Thorpe came quietly out of the
tent. McCready pointed into the thick
spruce.
"I'll swear there's someone nosing
around the camp" he said. I'm GER
tain that l saw a man out there a few
minutes ago, when l went for a log.
It's a good night for stealing dogs,
Here-you take the lanternl If
wasn't clean fooled, Wen find a trail
In the snow
He gave Thorpe the lantern and
picked up the heavy club. A growl rose
in Kazan's throat, but he choked il
back. He wanted to snarl forth his
warning, to leap at the end Of his
leash, but he knew that if he did that
they would return and beat him. Sc
he lay still, trembling and shivering
and whining softly. He watched them
until they disappeared-and then wait
ed-listened. At last he heard the
to see McCready come back alone. He
had expected him to return alone. Fol
he knew what a club meantl
McCready's face was terrible now. /
was like a beasts. He was hatless
Kazan skunk deeper in his shadow a
the low horrible laugh that fell from
his lips-for the man still held th'
club. In a moment he dropped that
and approached the tent. He drew bacl
the flap and peered in. Thorpe's wifi
was sleeping, and as quietly as a ca
he entered and hung the lantern on
nail in the tent-pole. His movemen
did not awaken her, and for a few me
ments he stood there, staring-staring
Kazan watched McCready as he en-
tered, and suddenly the dog was on hi
feet, his back tense and bristling, hi
limbs rigid. He saw McCready's hug
shadow on the canvas, and momen
later there came strange piercing cry
In the wild terror of that cry he recoe
nized her voice-and he leaped towar
the tent. The leash stopped hin
choking the snarl in his throat. He say
the shadows struggling now, and ther
came cry after cry She was calling
his master, and with his masters nam
she was calling him
"Kazan-KaZan-"
He leaped again, and was thrown vi