The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1917-10-18

SllOl lOI uu lIlSluul III lbs eyes,
you're taking the dogsT
Eyes"
Sandy lighted his pipe, and spoke
like n strangely curious.
Must cost a heap to take these
trips O. yourn, don't III"
"My last cost about seven thousand
dollars. This will cost Ave." said Nc
Gill.
"Scot" breathed Sandy. AN you
carry all that along with you Amt
you afraid-something might hap
pen-T"
The little professor was looking the
other way now. The carelessness In
his face and manner changed. His
blue eyes grew a shade darker. A
hard smile which Sandy did not see
lowered about his lips for an instant.
Then he turned. laughing.
I'm n very light sleeper" he said.
"A footstep at night rouses ME. Even
a mans breathing awakes me, when l
make up my mind that | must be on
my guard. And, besides"-he drew
from his pocket q shining blue-steeled
hutomatic-"I know how to use this"
He pointed to a knot In the wall OF
the cabin. observe" he said. Five
times he fred at 20 PAGES, and when
Sandy went up to look at the knot he
gave Il gasp. There was one jagged
hole where the knot had been.
Pretty good he grinned. Most
men couldn't do better'n that with a
rifle"
When Sandy left, McGill followed
him with a suspicious CLEAN In his
eyes, and a curious smile on his lips.
Then he turned to Kazan.
"Guess you've got him fggered out
about right, old man." he laughed soft
ly. II don't blame you very much for
wanting TO get him by the throa'. Per
haps-"
He showed his hands deep In his
pockets, and went into the cabin. Ka-
zan dropped his head between his
forepaws, and lay still, with wide-open
eyes. II was late afternoon, early In
September, and each night brought
now the first chill breaths Of autumn.
Kazan watched the last glow Of the
sun as It faded out of the southern
skies. Darkness always followed
swiftly after that, and with darkness
came more f~ercely bis wild longing
for freedom. Night after night he had
gnawed at his steel chain. Night after
night he had watched the stars, and
the moon, and had listened for Gray
VOLTS call, while the big Dane lay
sleeping.
Tonight it was colder than usual,
and the keen tang Of the wind that
came fresh from the west stirred him
strangely. 1t set his blood aflre with
what the Indians call the Frost Hunger.
Lethargic summer was one and the
days and nights Of hunting were at
hand. He wanted to leap out into free
dom and run until he was exhausted,
with Gray Wolf at his side. He knew
that Gray Wolf was off there-where
the stars hung low in the clear sky,
and that she was waiting. He strain
ed ut the end of his chain, and whined.
All that night he was restless-more
restless han he had been at any time
before. Once, in the far distance, he
heard q cry that he thought was the
cry of Gray Wolf, and his answer
reused McGill from deep sleep. II
vas dawn, and the little professor
dressed himself and came out of the
cabin. With satisfaction he noted the
e~xhilarating snap in the air. He wet
his fingers and held them above his
head, chuckling when he found the
wind had swung into the north. He
went to KaZan, and talked to him
Among other things he said, "Thisll
put the black flies to sleep, Kazan. a
day or two more of it and we'll start
Five days later McGill led first the
Dane, and then kaZan, TO q packed
canoe. Sandy McTrigger saw them Off
and KaZan watched for q chance to
leap at him. Sandy kept his distance
and McGill watched the two with q
thought that set the blood running
swiftly behind the mask Of his care
less smile. They had slipped n mile
downstream when he leaned over and
laid a fearless hand on Kazan's head
Something In the touch Of that hand
and In the professors voice, kept Ka
Zan from a desire to snap at him. He
tolerated the friendship with expires
sionless eyes and a mOtionless body.
II was beginning to fear / wouldn't
have much sleep, old boy" chuckled
McGill ambiguously, but l guess
can take a nap now and then with you
along!"
He made camp that night ffteer
miles up the lake shore. The biz
Dane he fastened to a sapling 90 yard,
from his small silk tent, but Kazan's
chain he made fast to the butt of 6
stunted birch that held down the tent
flap. Before he went into the tent fol
the night McGill pulled out his auto
matte and examined 1t with care.
For three days the journey con
tinued without a mishap along tht
shore of Lake A~thabasca. On the
fourth night McGill pitched his ten
in a clump Of banskian pine a hundred
yards back from the water. All thai