Gilpin observer., 1917-12-27
saturatins himself with tAe seen.

That night when1 the moon and the
stars came out again, he sat back with
fear and hesitation no longer in him
and announced himself to his new com.
rades of the great plain.
The pack hunted again that night, oa
else 1t was a new pack that started
miles to the south, and came up with @
doe caribou to the big frozen lake. The
night was almost as clear as day, and
from the edge of the forest Kazan frs
saw the caribou run out on the lake d
third Of a mile away. The pack was
about a dozen strong, and had already
split into the fatal horseshoe forma-
ton, the two leaders running almost
abreast of the kill, and slowly closing
In.
With sharp yelp Kazan darted out
into the moonlight. He was directly in
the path of the fleeing doe, and bore
down upon her with lightning speed.
Two hundred yards away the doe saw
him, and swerved to the right, and the
leader on that side met her with open
jaws. Kazan was in with the second
leader, and leaped at the does soft
throat. In snarling mass the pack
closed in from behind, and the doe
went down, with Kazan half under her
body, his fangs sunk deep in her jugu-
lar. She lay heavily ON him, but he did
not lose his hold. 1t was his first big
kill. His blood ran like fire. He
snarled between his clamped teeth.
Not until the last quiver had left
the body over him did he pull himself
out from under her chest and forelegs.
He had killed rabbit that day and
was not hungry. So he sat back in the
snow and waited, while the ravenous
pack tore at the dead doe. After lit.
tie he came nearer, nOsed in between
two of them, and was nipped for his in
trusion.
AS Kazan drew back, still hesitating
to mix with his wild brothers, q big
gray form leaped out of the pack and
drove straight for his throat. He had
just time to throw his shoulder to the
rolled over and over in the snow. They
were up before the excitement of sud-
den battle had drawn the pack from
the feast. Slowly they circled about
each other, their white fangs bare,
their yellowish backs bristling like
brushes. The fatal ring of wolves
drew about the fighters.
1t was not new to Kazan. A dozen
times he had sat in rings like this,
waiting for the final moment. More
than once he had fought for his life
within the circle. 1t was the sledge-
dog way Of fighting. Unless man inter.
rupted with club or q whip it always
ended in death. Only one fighter could
come out alive. Sometimes both died.
And there was no man here-only that
fatal Gordon Of waiting white-fanged
demons, ready to leap upon and tear
to pieces the first Of the fighters who
was thrown upon his side or back. Ka-
zan was stranger, but he did not fear
those that hemmed him in. The one
great law of the pack would compel
them to be fair.
He kept his eyes only on the big gray
leader who had challenged him. Shoul.
der to shoulder they continued to
circle. Where a few moments before
there had been the swapping of jaws
and the rending of flesh there was now
silence. Soft-footed and soft-throated
mongrel dogs from the south would
have snarled and growled, but Kazan
and the wolf We're still, their ears laid
forward instead of back, their tails
free and bushy.
Suddenly the wolf struck in with the
swiftness of lightning, and his jaws
came together with the sharpness OF
steel striking steel. They missed by
darted in to the side, and like knives
his teeth gashed the VOLTS flank.
They circled again, their eyes grow.
ing redder, their lips drawn back until
they seemed to have disappeared. And
then KaZan leaped for that death-grir
at the throat-and missed. 1t was
only by an inch again, and the wolf
came back, as he had done, and laid
open Kazans flank so that the blood
ran down his leg and reddened the
snow. The burn of that fiank-wound
told KaZan that his enemy was old in
the game of fighting. He crouched
low, his head straight out, and his
throat close to the snow. 1t was a
trick Knzan had learned in puppyhOod
to shield his throat, and wait.
Twice the wolf circled about him,
and Kazan pivoted slowly, his eyes half
closed. A second time the wolf leaped
and Kazan threw up his terrible jaws
sure of that fatal grip just in front OF
the forelegs. His teeth snapped on
empty air. With the nimbleness of q
cat the wolf had gone completely over
his back.
The trick had failed, and with a
rumble of the dog-snarl In his thront
KaZan reached the wolf in single
bound. They met breast to breast
| Their fangs clashed and with the whole
| weight of his body. Kazan flung him
self against the VOLTS shoulders