The Arvada enterprise. (Arvada, Colo.) 1908-1970, 1918-02-21

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night he had watched the stars, and
the moon. and had listened for Gray
Woifs call, while Tie 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. It set his blood afire With
what the Indians call the Frost Hunger.
Lethargic summer was gone 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 of there-where
the stars hung low in the clear sky,
and that she was waiting. He strain
ed at the end Of his chain, and whined.
All that night he was restless-more
restless than he had been at any time
before. Once, In the far distance, he
heard cry that he thought was the
cry Of Gray Wolf. and his answer
reused McGill from deep sleep. 1t
was dawn, and the little professor
dressed himself and came out of the
cabin. With satisfaction he noted the
exhilafating 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, "This'll
put the black flies to sleep. Kazan. A
day or two more Of 1t and we'll start"
Five days later McGill led FIRST the
Dane. and then Kazan. to a packed
canoe. Sandy McTrigger saw them OF.
and Kaxan watched for q chance to
leap at him. Sandy kept his distance,
and McGill watched the two with
thought that set the blood running
swiftly behind the mask Of his care
less smile. They had slipped q mile
downstream when he leaned over and
laid fearless hand ON Kazan's head.
Something in the touch OF that hand,
and In the professors voice. kept Ka-
Fan from a desire to snap at him. He
tolerated the friendship with express
sionless eyes and a motionless body.
II was beginning to fear wouldn't
have much sleep, old boy" chuckled
McGill amblguously, "but I guess I
can take . nap now and then With you
alongi"
He made camp that night fifteen
miles up the lake shore. The big
Dane he fastened to sapling 20 yards
from his small silk tent, but Kazan's
chain he made fast to the butt Of
stunted birch that held down the tent
flap. Before he went into the tent for
the night McGill pulled out his auto
matte and examined 1t with care.
For three days the journey con-
tinued without . mishap along the
shore Of Lake Athabasca. On the
fourth night McGill pitched his tent
in q clump Of banskian pine q hundred
" ds back from the water. All that
day the wind had come steadily from
behind them. and for at least q half
Of the day the professor had been
watching Kaxan closely. From the
west there had now and then come q
scent that stirred him uneasily. Since
noon he had shifted that wind. Twice
McGill had heard him growing deep
in his throat. and once, when the
scent had come stronger than usual.
he had barred bis fangs, and the bris-
ties stood up along his spine.
For an hour after striking camp the
little professor did not build Q Ore.
but sat looking up the shore Of the
lake through his hunting glass. II
was dusk when he returned to where
he had put up his tent and chained
the dogs. For . few moments he
stood unobserved. looking Ut the wolf
dog. Kaxan was still uneasy. He lay
facing the west. AcGill made note Of
this. for the big Dane lay behind Ka-
san-to he east. Under ordinary con-
ditions Kasan would have faced him.
He was sure now that there was some
thing In the west wind. A little SILVER
ran up his back ~ he thought Of what
It might be.
Behind . rock he built . very small
fire. and prepared supper. After this
he went into the tent. and when he
came out he carried q blanket under
his arm. He chuckled ~ he stood for
a moment over Kaxan.
"We're not going to sleep In there
tonight. old boy" he said. II don't
like what you've found in the west
wind. It may be a-thunderstorm I"
He laughed at his Joke. and buried
himself In q clump Of stunted ban
skinns 80 PAGES from the tent. Hero
he rolled himself In his blanket. and
went to sleep.
II was a quiet starlit night, and
hours afterward Kaxan dropped his
nose between bis forepaws and
irowsed. II was the snap OF . twig
that reused him. The sound did not
awaken the sluggish Dane but In
stnntly Kaxan's head was alert. his
keen noxtrils smiling the air. What he
had smellcd nil dry was heavy about
him now. He lny still md quiverinE.
Slowly. from out Of tho bnnskians be-
hind the tent. there came q figure. II
was not the little professor. II ap-
preached cautiously. with lowered
head Nnd hmm chad ahaultlnru md tho