Baxter Springs news., 1917-07-12

Bablehs Thong.
der him. For q time after this second
beating he could not have escaped had
he been free.
Sandy was In unusually good humor
I'll take the devil out Of you all
right" he told Kazan for the twentieth
time. There's nothln' like beatin's to
make dogs an wlmmln live up TO the
mark. A month from now you'll be
worth two hundred dollars or I'll skin
you alive"
Three or four times before dusk
Sandy worked TO rouse Kazan's AMI
mostly. But there was no longer any
desire left In Kazan to fight. His two
terrific beatlngs, and the crushing blow
Of the bullet against his skull, had
made him sick. He lay with his head
between his forepaws. his eyes closed,
and did not see McTrigger. He paid
no attention to the meat that was
thrown under his nose. He did not
know when the lust Of the sun sank
behind the western forests, or when
the darkness came. But at last some
thing reused him from his stupor. To
his dazed and sickened brain It came
like a call from out Of the far past, and
he raised his head and listened. Out
on the sand McTrigger had built fire,
and the man stood In the red glow Of
It now, facing the dark shadows be-
yond the sh0reline. BE, too, was lis
tening. What had reused Kazan came
again now-the lost mourning cry Of
Gray Wolf far out on the plain.
With a whine Kazan was on his feet,
tugging at the babiche. Sandy snatched
up his club, and leaped toward him.
'Down, you brute! !" he commanded.
In the freight the club rose and fell
with ferocious quickness. When Nc
Trigger returned to the fire he was
breathing hard again. He tossed his
club beside the blankets he had spread
out for q bed. 10 was different look
ing club now. It was covered with
blood and hair.
"Guess that'll take the spirit out Of
him." he chuckled. "ItTl do that-or
kill Tml"
Several times that night Kaxan heard
Gray VOLTS call. He whlned softly in
response, fearing the club. he watched
the FIRE until the last embers Of It died
out, and then cautiously dragged him
self from under the snag. Two or
three times he tried to stand on his
feet, but fell back each time. His legs
were not broken, but the pain Of stand
ing on them was excruclatng. He was
hot and feverish. All that night he had
craved q drink of water. When Sandy
crawled out from between his blankets
in the early down he gave him both
meat and water. Kazan drank the wa
ter, but would not touch the meat
Sandy regarded the change in him with
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 babiche he dragged the
dog to the canoe. Kazan skunk In the
sand while his captor fastened the end
Of the 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.
He pushed OF, bow foremost. Brac-
Ing himself with his paddle he then be-
gan to pull Kazan toward the water. In
4 few moments KaEan stood with his
Forefeet planted in the damp sand at
the edge Of the stream. For q brief In
terval Sandy allowed the babichs to
tall slack. Then with o sudden power
tul pull he jerked Kazan out Into the
water. Instantly he sent the canoe into
midstream, swung It 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 now 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. Az
times his shaggy head was pulled com
pletely under water. At others banoy
would wait until he had drifted along
aIde. and then thrust him under WIN
the end Of his paddle. BE grew weaker.
At the end Of q half mile he was
drowning Not until then Did SANDY
IN A.. .ao,~-faa anA AFag him into