The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1917-09-20

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were more than his match in open
fight, though the biggest of them fell
ten pounds under his weight. Chance
had saved him on the Sun Rock. Gray
Wolf and the %porcupine had both add
ed to the defeat of the lynx on the
Sand-bar. And along Henri's hunting
line it was the trap that was his ally.
Even with his enemy thus shackled
he took bigger chances than ever with
the lynx under the windfall.
The cat was an old warrior, six or
seven years old. His claws were an
inch and a quarter long, and curved
like scimitars. His forefeet and his left
hindfoot were free, and as Kazan adj
vanced, he drew back, so that the trap
chain was slack under his body. Here
Kazan could not follow his old tactics
of circling about his trapped foe, until
1t had become tangled in h chain, or
had SO shortened and twisted 1t that
there was no chance for a leap. He
had to attack face to face, and I'D
denly he lunged in. They met shout
der to shoulder. kazan's fangs
snapped at the others throat, and
missed. Before he could strike again,
the lynx flung out its free hindfoot,
and even Gray Wolf heard the ripping
sound that ii made. With a snarl
Kazan was flung back, his shoulder
torn to the bone.
Then it was that one of Henri's hid
den traps saved him from a second at
tack-and death. Steel jaws snapped
over one Of his f0refeet. and when he
leaped, the chain stopped him. Once
or twice before, blind Gray Wolf had
leaped in, when she knew that Kazan
was in great danger. For IN instant
she forgot her caution now, and as she
heard Kazan's snarl of pain, she
sprang in under the windfall. Five
traps Henri had hidden in the space
in front Of the bait-house, and Gray
VOLTS feet found two of these. She
fell on her side, swapping and snarl-
ing. In his struggles Kazan sprang
the remaining two traps. one OF them
missed. The fifth, and last, caught
him by Il hindfoot.
Henri and Weyman were out early.
When they struck off the main line
toward the windfall, Henri pointed to
the tracks of KaZan and Gray Wolf,
and his dark face lighted up with
pleasure and excitement. When they
reached the shelter under the mass of
fallen timber, both stood speechless
for a moment, aStounded by what they
saw. Even Henri had seen nothing
like this before-two wolves and a
lynx, all in traps, and almost within
reach Of II another'S fangs. But sur
prise could not long delay the business
of Henri's hunters instinct. The
wolves lay first in his path, and he
was raising his rifle to put a steel
CAPPED bullet through the base Of
Kazan's brain, when Weylnan caught
him eae " by the arm.
wait !" he cried. "It's not a wolf.
It's a dog"
Henri lowered his rifle, staring at
the collar. Weyman's eyes shot to
Gray Wolf. She was facing them,
snarl.ing, her white fangs barred to
the foes she could not see. Her blind
eyes were closed. Where there should
have been eyes there was only hair,
and an exclamation broke from Wey-
mans lips.
Look :" he commanded of Henri
"What in the name of heaven"
One Is dog-wild dog that has run
to the wolves said Henri. And the
other is-wolf."
"And blindr' gasped Weyman.
"Oui. blind. m'sieur," added Henri,
falling partly into French in his amaze
ment. He was raising his rifle again.
Weyman seized II firmly.
"Don't kill them, Henri" he said.
"Give them to me-alive. Figure up
the value of the lynx they have de-
strOyed, and add to that the wolf
bounty, and | will pay. Alive, they
are worth to me Il great deal. Heav-
ems, a dog-and a blind wolf-mates ~
He still held Henri's rifle, and Henri
was staring at him, as If he did no
yet quite understand.
Weyman continued speaking, his
eyes and face blazing.
"a dog-and a blind ~wOlf-mates !"
he repeated. 1T is wonderful, Henri
Down there, they will say ] have gone
beyond reason, when my book comes
out. But l shall have proof. l shall
take twenty photographs here, before
you kill the lynx. | shall keep the
dog and the wolf alive. And l shall
pay you, Henri, n hundred dollars
apiece for the two. May l have themi'
Henri nodded. He held his rifle in
readiness, while Weyman unpacked his
camera and got to work. Snarline
fangs greeted the click Of the camera
shutter-the fangs of wolf and lynx
But Kazan lay ~cringing, not through
fear, but because he still recognized
the mastery Of man
Henri shot the lynx, and when KaZan
understood this, he tore at the end OF
his trap-chains and snarled at the
writing body Of his forest enemy
BY means Of a pole and a babiche
moose, KaZan was brought out from I'm
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