Cheyenne record., 1918-03-14

O the Aand NcTngyer had built Ars.
and the man stood in the red glow Of
It now. facing the dark shadows be-
yond the shoreline. He, too. was lis
tening. What had reused Kazan came
again now-the lost mourning cry d
Gray Wolf far out on the plain.
With Q whine Kazan was ON his feet
tugging at the babiche. Sandy snatched
up his club, and leaped toward him.
"Down, you brute I" he commanded.
In>the freight the club rose and fell
with ferocious quickness. When Nc
Trigger returned to the IRE he was
breathing hard again. He tossed his
club beside the blankets he had spread
out for bed. It was different look
ing club now. It was covered with
blood and hair.
Several times that night Kazan heard
Gray VOLTS call. He whined softly in
response, fearing the club. He watched
the fire until the last embers Of 1t 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 excruciating. He was
hot and feverish. All that night he had
craved a 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
satisfaction. 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.
He pushed of, bow foremost. Brac-
ing himself with his paddle lie then be-
gan to pull Kazan toward the water. In
few moments Kazan stood with his
forefeet planted in the damp sand at
the edge of the stream. For brief In
terval Sandy allowed the babiche to
fall slack. Then with sudden power
full 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. At
times his shaggy head was pulled COM
pletely under water. At others Sandy
would wait until he had drifted along
side, and then thrust him under with
the end of his paddle. He grew weaker.
At the end of half mile he was
drowning. Not until then did Sandy
pull him alongside and drag him into
the canoe. The dog fell limp and gasp
ing in the bottom. Brutal though
Sandy's methods had been, they had
worked his purpose. In Kazan there
was no longer desire to fight. He no
longer struggled for freedom. He knew
that this man was his master, and for
the time his spirit was gone. All he
desired now was to be allowed to lie In
the bottom of the canoe, out OF reach
of the club, and safe from the water.
The club lay between him and the
man. The end OF it was within foot
| or two Of his nose, and what he
smelled was his own blood.
For five days and i've nights the
journey downstream continued, and
McTrigger's process Of civilizing Kazan
was continued in three more beatings
with the club, and another resort to the
water torture. On the morning Of the
sixth day they reached Red Gold City,
and McTrigger put up his tent close to
the river. Somewhere he obtained q
chain for Kazan, and after fastening
the dog securely back Of the tent he
cut off the bibache muzzle.
"You can't put no meat in muzzle,"
he told his prisoner. can l want you
to git strong-nn' fierce as hell. I've
got an idee. It's an idee you can lick
your weight in wildcats. Wen pull or
a stunt pretty soon that'll fill our
pockets with dust. I've done 1t afore,
and we can do it here. Wolf an dog
s'elp me Satan but it'll be drawin'
card!'
Twice a day after this he brought
fresh raw meat to Kazan. Quickly Ka-
zan's spirit and courage returned to
him. The soreness left his limbs. His
battered jaws healed. And after the
fourth day each time that Sandy came
with meat he greeted him with the
challenge of his snarling fangs. Nc
Trigger did not beat him now. He
gave him no fish, no tallow and meal
nothing but raw meat. He Travelled
five miles up the river to bring in the
fresh entrail of caribou that had been
killed. One day Sandy brought an
other man with him and when the
stranger came step too near Kazan
made sudden swift lunge at him. The