The daily Alaskan., 1922-04-20

"Kssp the Fire Burning" ! house. Somewhere in there T'll find | hls tracks the tracks he made when he frSl came over To burn up the house suppose he was careful 10 mlN em up afJer once he arrived here. huI the first part of rhe way he ! likely walked straight toward the house from his camp Somewhere. if 1 go that way. lu cross his rrail with to 10 miles at least. Then In back track him to his camp"
 And never come back!" the girl cried.
 Maybe not. But at least every thing that can be done will be done. Nothing will he loft. No regrets. We will have made the last trial, I'm not going To waste any time. Snowhird. The sooner We get your fire built the better"
 Father and are to stay here-|
 "What else can you do?" He went back tO his traces and drew the sled lOO yards farther He didn't seem to see the gsuut wolf that backed of Into the shadows aS he approached. He refused to notice that the pack seemed to be steadily growing bolder. Human hunters usually had guns that could blast and destroy from dis tanCe; but even an animal InteilI- gence could perceive that these three seemed Co be without this means of inhicrug death
 A wolf is ever so much more intelli- gent than a crOw-yet a crow shows little fear Of an uuormed man and Is wholly unapnruachahIe by boy with a gun. The ugly truth was simply that In their increasing madness and ex- citemeut and hunger, they were becom- ing less and less fearful of these three strange humans with the sled.
 It was not a good place for a camp. They worked a long time before they cleared a little patch of ground Of Its snow mantle Dan cut a number of SapingS-IaborlouSly with his aX-and built a fire with the comparatively dry core of a dead tree. True, it was feeble and Pickering, but as good as could he hoped for. considering the difficulties under which he worked.
 The dead logs under the snow were soaked with water from The rains and thaws. The green wood that he cut smoked without blazing.
 "No more time 10 be lost" Dan told SnOwbird. "lt lies In your hands to keep the fire burning. And don't leave the circle of the fire light without that pistol In your hand"
 "YOu don't mean" she asked, unbe- lIeving, that you are going to go out there to fight Cransron-unarmed?"
 "Of course, Snowbird. You must keep the pistol"
 But 1t means death; that's all It means. What chance would you have against a man with a rife? And as soon as you get away from this fire, the wolves win tear you to pieces"
 And what would you and your ta- ther do. If l took 1t? You can't get him into a tree. You can't build a big enough Ire to friChten them. Please don't even talk about this mat ter, SnOwbIrd My minds made up. think the pack will stay here. They 'usually-God knows how-know who Is helpless and who isn't Maybe with the gun, you will be able to save your lives"
 What's the chance of that?"
 "YOu mIght-with one cartridge kill one of the devils; and the others but you know how they devOur their own dead. That might break their famine enough so that they'd hold of until I can get back. That's the prize I'm playing for"
 And what if you don't get baCk?"
 He took her hant 'n one Of his. and with the other he careSsed, for sin gle moment, the lovely flesh of her throat. The love he had for her spoke from his eyes-such speech as no hu- man vision could possibly mistake. Both oC them were tingling and breath less with a great. sweet wonder.
 "Never let those fanrS tear that softueSs. while you live, he told here