Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1918-03-01

tors that had ever followed the shores
of the KlOndike. He had made discOv-
cries running UP to Il million or two,
and had promptly lost them through
gambling and drink. He had no con-
science. and little fear. Brutality was
the chief thing written In his face. His
undershOt jaw his wide eyes. low fore
head and grizzly mop Of red hair pro-
claimed him at once as man not to
be trusted beyond ones own vision or
the reach Of bullet 1t was suspected
that he had killed a couple of men, aud
robbed others, but as yet the police had
failed to get anything ION" him. But
along with this bad side Of him, Sandy
McTrieger possessed u GOODNESS and a
courage which even his worst enemies
mental depths which his unpleasant
features did not proclaim.
Inside Of six months Red Gold City
had sprung up on the McFarlane, a
hundred and fifty miles from Fort
Smith, and Fort Smith was five hun
dred miles from civilization. When
Sandy came he looked over the crude
collection of shacks, gambling houses
and saloons In the new town. and made
up his mind that the time was not ripe
for any of his inside" schemes Just
yet He gambled little. and won SUI
ficient to buy himself grub and half an
outfit. A feature Of this outfit was an
old muazle-lOading rifle. Sandy, who
always carried the latest Savage on the
market, laughed at 1t. But 1t was the
best his finances would allow of. He
started south-up the McFarlane. He
pectors had found no gold. Sandy
pushed confidently beyond this point.
Not until he was In new country did he
begin his search. Slowly he worked
his way up small tributary whose
headwaters were fifty or sixty miles to
the south and east. Here and there he
found fairly good placer gold. He
might have PANIED six or eight dollars
worth day. With this much he was
disguised. Week after week he con.
tfnued to work his way upstream, and
the farther he went the poorer his pans
became. At last only occasionally did
he find colors. After such disgusting
weeks as these Sandy was dangerous
when In the company OF others. Alone
he was harmless.
One afternoon he ran his canoe
lahore on white strip Of sand. This
was at bend, where the stream had
widened, and gave promise Of at least
{ few cOlors. He had bent down close
to the edge Of the water when some
thing caught his attention on the wet
sand. What he saw were the footprints
of animals. Two had come down to
drink. They had stood side by side.
And the footprints were fresh-made
not more than an hour or two before.
A CLEAN Of interest shot into Sandy's
eyes. He looked behind him, aud up
and down the stream.
evolves" he srunted. "Wish could
a shot at 'em with that old minute gun
back there. Gawd-listen to that And
In broad daylight. toOl''
He jumped to his feet, staring or
into the bush.
A quarter of a mile away Gray Wolf
had caught the dreaded scent Of man
In the wind. and was giving voice to
her warning. 1t was long wailing
howl, and not until its last echoes had
died away did Sandy McTrigger move.
Then he returned to the canoe, took
out his old gun, put fresh cap ON the
nipple and disappeared quickly over
the edge Of the bank.
For a week Kazan and Gray Wolf
had been wandering about the hsadwa-
ters of the McFarlane and this was the
FIRST time since the preceding winter
that Gray Wolf had caught the scent Of
man In the air. When the wind brought
The danger-signal to her she was alone.
Two or three minutes before the scent
.ame to her Kazan had left her side Ia
,wift pursuit OF a snow-shoe rabbit,
aud she lay fiat on her belly under q
PUSH. waiting for him. In these mo-
ITO be Continued.)