The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1917-01-25

!, dog, in the neighborhood of the Gil
! cular clearing.
e On the tenth day after the hea
2 keepers murder he had for the frs
time given a few hours thought T.
something else than his vengeance
and had been busy in "the count
, wood" marking the trees which wer,
to be taken down at the next cutting
When he had finished his task, how
ever, he threw his gun over his shout
der once more and took the shortest
way through the woods to the breed
ing places near the circle. At the
particular moment when he set foot
on the path that runs along the side
of the beech wood, he fancied he
heard something rustic in the under
brush. A moment later silence reign
ed agatha deep continuing silence.
He would almost have thought there
had been nothing to take note of, if
the dog had not looked with such spe-
cial keenness into the thicket. His
hair bristling, his neck outstretched,
his tail stiff, he glared at one particu-
lar spot in the underground. "Oho"
, thought Hopp, "if that's you, my fine
fellow-just wait!" He slipped behind
tree and cooked his gun. His heart
beat wildly in his bosom and his nat
urally short breath came near failing
him entirely-when suddenly, won
derful to relate, yellow" came thro
the hedge on the footpath. Two
young hares were hanging from his
bag, and on his shoulder the head
keepers breechloader with it's Rus
STA leather straps. 1t was strong,
temptation to shoot down the villain
from the safe concealment.
But Hopp was not the man to fire
upon even the worst offender without
first warning him. With one bound
he sprang out from behind the tree
and onto the path, crying, give your
self up, you cursed rascal" AS the
poacher, for his only answer, snatched
the gun from his shoulder, the ranger
pulled the trigger. Good heavens; a
flash in the pan; harmless crack in
stead of a heavy detonationl The
loaded gun had been left too long
leaning against tree in the damp
woods.
"Goodby-so this is DEATH" thot
the old man. But no-he is still UNI
wounded; only his hat flies off, rid
died with shot. The other, too, has
no luck today-that is the last cart
ridge in his gun, and he must pull
another out of his pocket.
"At him!" cries Hopp hoarsely to
his dog. "Seize him!"
"Here, Krambambuli-her to mel"
calls the other with a soft and coax
ing voice-ah, a well known voicel
And the dog. What hap |
pened next took less time to happen |
than to relate.
Krambambuli had recognized his
first master and ran toward him
half the way Then Hopp whistled and
and he turned; yellow" whistled, he
turned again-quivering in desperate
on a spot equally distant
from the two men, attracted at once
and repealed.
Finally the poor beast gave up the
hopeless conflict, and put an end to
lis doubts, but not to his suffering.
3aying, bowling, his belly on the
yround, his body taut as sinew, his
read raised as though he were calling
m heaven to witness his torture, he
his first master.
At the sight thirst for blood
eized Hopp. With trembling fingers
e had put in a fresh cartridge; with
aim sureness he took aim. But the
,oacher had once more raised his
arrel to point it at him. This time
. would be decisivel Both of them '
new this-and whatever thoughts |
yere going through their minds, they
aced each other as calmly as If they
ad been painted on canvas.
Two shots rang out The keeper
it, the poacher missed. And why? I
ecause, as the dog leaped upon him |
18th excited caresses, he started at /
ne moment of pulling the trigger. {
Beast" he Kissed between his teeth,
zen fell backward, motionless.
The executioner came slowly to-
ard him. you've had enough" he
as thinking; 'twere pity to waste
mother bullet on YOU Neverthe-
SIS, he set his gun on the ground :
nd loaded it anew. The dog sat up :,
raight in front of him, his tongue h
lnging out, painting quickly and u
udly, and gazing at the ranger. Il
nd when he had finished his loading iC
I'd picked up his gun once more, they a
Id colloquy of which no witness
uId have understood word, had a ),
Ting man been there instead of the
,ad
"You knovy for. whom this bullet is