The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1917-10-04

III TIC S"it! uo"H ne gave MN 10Th
meat and water. Kazan drank the wa.
ter, but would not touch the meat.
Sandy regarded the change In him with
satisfaction. BY the time the sun was
up he had finished his breakfast and
was ready to leave. He approached
KaZan fearlessly now, without the club.
Untying the habiche he dragged the
dog to the canoe. kazan skunk in the
sand while his captor fastened the end
OF he hide rope TO the stern Of the
canoe. Sandy grinned. What was
about to happen would be fun for him.
In the Yukon he had learned how to
take the spirit out of dogs.
lie pushed off, bow foremost. Brac.
ing himself with his paddle he her be-
gan to pull kazan toward the water. In
q few moments Kazan stood with his
fOrefeet planted in the damp sand at
the edge of the stream. For a brief in
terval Sandy allowed the babiche to
fall slack. Then with a sudden power
full pull he jerked Kazan out into the
water. Instantly he sent the n into
midstreain, swung 1t quickly down with
the current, and began to paddle
enough to keep the babiche taut about
his victims neck. In spite of his sick
ness and injuries KaZan was o COM
PEELED to swim to keep his head above
water. In the wash Of the canoe and
with Sandy's strokes growing steadily
stronger, his position became each mo-
ment one Of increasing torture. At
times his shaggy head was pulled COM
pletely under water. At others Sandy
would wait until he had drifted along
side, and then thrust him under with
the end of his paddle. He grew weaker.
At the end of a half mile he was
drowning. Not until then did Sandy
pull him alongside and drag him into
the canoe. The dog fell limp and gasp
ing In the bottom. Brutal though
Sandy's methods had been, they had
worked his purpose. In KaZan there
was no longer n desire TO fight. He no
longer struggled for freedom. He knew
that this man was his master, and for
the time his spirit was gone. All he
desired now was to be allowed to lie in
the bottom of the canoe, out of reach
Of the club. and safe from the water.
The club lay between him and the
man. The end of it was within a foot
or two of his nose. and what he
smelled was his own blood.
For five days and five nights the
journey downstream continued, and
McTriggcr's process Of civiliZing KaZan
was continued in three more beatings
with the club, and another resort to the
water torture. On the morning of the
sixth day they reached Red Gold City,
and McTrigger put up his tent close to
the river. Somewhere he obtained a
chain for Knzan, and after fastening
the dog securely back of the tent he
cut off the bibache muZZle.
"IOu can't put no meat in a muzzle,'
he told his prisoner. An | want you
to git strong-an' fierce ms hell. I've
got an idee. It's an idee you can lick
your weight in wildcats. Wen pull Off
II stunt pretty soo thatll fill our
pockets with dust. I've done ii afore,
and we can do it here. Wolf an dog
s'elp me Satan but it'll be n drawin'
card."
Twice a day after this he brought
fresh raw meat to kaZan. Quickly ka-
FANS spirit and courage returned to
him. The soreness left his limbs. His
battered jaws healed. And after the
fourth day each time that Sandy came
with meat he greeted him with the
challenge of his snarling fangs. Nc
Trigger did not beat him now. He
gave him no fish, no tallow and meal
nothing but raw meat. He travelled
five miles up the river to bring in the
fresh entrail of a caribou that had been
killed. One day Sandy brought an
other man with him and when the
stranger came a step too nea Kazan
made a sudden swift lunge at him. The
man jumped back with Il startled oath.
He'll do" he growled. Hes light
or by ten or fifteen pounds than the
Dane, but he's got the teeth, an tn
quickness, an he'll give a good show
before he goes under"
III make you a bet Of twenty-five
per cent Of my share that he don't go
UNDER" offered Sandy.
Done" said the other. How long
before he'll be readyf"
Sandy thought a moment.
Another week" he said. "He won't
have his weight before then. A week
from today, We'll say. Next Tuesday
night. Does that suit you, Harker?"
Harker nodded.
Next Tuesday night" he agreed.
Then he added, "Ill make it a half of
my share that the Dane kills our wolf
dog"
Sandy took a long look at Kazan.
I'll just take you on that he said.
Then, as ne shook Harkcr's hand, Il
don't believe there's a dog between
here and the Yukon that can kill the
Wolf"
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