Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1918-02-19

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 Ora,
VOLTS call, while the big Dane la,
sleeping.
Tonight 1t was colder than usual
and the keen tang of the wind that
came fresh from the west stirred him
strangely. 1t 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 off 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 a 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
exhilarating 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 it and Wen start"
Five days later McGll led first the
Dane, and then Kazan, to a packed
canoe. Sandy McTrigger saw them off.
and Kazan watched for a chance to
leap at him. Sandy kept his distance,
and McGill watched the two with a
thought that set the blood running
swiftly behind the mask of his care
less smile. They had slipped mile
downstream when he leaned over and
laid n fearless hand on KaZan's head.
Something in the touch of that hand,
and in the professors voice, kept Ka-
Fan from desire to snap at him. He
tolerated the friendship with express
sionless eyes and a motiOnless body.
have much sleep, old boy" chuckled
McGill ambiguously, ''but I guess
can take a nap now and then with you
alongw
He made camp that night fifteen
miles up the lake shore. The big
Dane he fastened to a sapling 20 yards
from his small silk tent, but Kazan's
| Oh In hn fa GU n hrf of a
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 it with care.
For three days the journey con-
tinued without a mishap along the
shore of Lake Athabasca. On the
fourth night McGill pitched his tent
in clump of banskian pine a hundred
yards back from the water. All that
day the wind had come steadily from
behind them, and for at least half
of the day the professor had been
watching Kazan closely. From the
west there had now and then come a
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 his fangs, and the bris-
ties stood up along his spine.
For an hour after striking camp the
little professor did not build a fire,
but sat looking up the shore of the
lake through his hunting glass. 1t
was dusk when he returned to where
he had put up his tent and chained
the dogs. For a few moments he
stood unobserved, looking at the wolf
dog. Kazan was still uneasy. He lay
facing the west McGiI made note of
this, for the big Dane lay behind Ka-
zan-to the east. Under ordinary con-
ditions Kazan would have faced him.
He was sure now that there was some
thing in the west wind. A little shiver
ran up his back as he thought of what
it might be.
Behind a rock he built a very small
fire, and prepared supper. After this
he went into the tent, and when he
came out he carried a blanket under
his arm. He chuckled as he stood for
n moment over Kazan.
"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. 1t may be a-thunderstorm u
He laughed at his joke, and buried
himself In a clump of stunted ban
skians 80 PAGES from the tent. Here
he rolled himself in his blanket, and
went to sleep.
1t was a quiet starlit night, and
hours afterward Kazan dropped his
nose between his forepaws and
drowsed. 1t was the snap of a twig
that reused him. The sound did not
awaken the sluggish Dane but In
stantly Kazan's head was alert. his
keen nostrils shifting the air. What he
had smelled all day was heavy about
him now. He lay still and quivering
Slowly, from out of the banskians be
hind the tent, there came a figure. II