The L'Anse sentinel., 1922-12-29
By EDISON MARSHALL
Author Of "The Voice Of the Pack"

he froze again into q lifeless gra,
patch In the thickets. There wer'
light steps on the trail. Again the!
| were the steps Of deer-but not Of tn
great, wary elk this time. Instead I
was just fawn. or a yearling doe a
least, such a creature as had not ye
learned to suspect every turn In thu
trail. The forest gods had been goot
to him, after all.
He peered through the thlckets, and
In moment more he had a glimpse Of
the spotted skin. 1t was almost toe
easy. But even as the Killer watched
the prize was simply taken out Of his
mouth. A gray VOLTA savage old
male that also had just finished an
unsuccessful hunt-had been stealing
through the thickets In search Of a
lair, and he came out on the trail not
fifty feet distant, halfway between the
bear and the fawn. The one was al.
most as surprised as the other. The
fawn turned with a frightened bleat
and darted away; the wolf swung into
pursuit.
The bear lunged forward with a
howl of rage. He leaped into the trail
In pursuit of the running wolf. He
was too enraged to stop to think that
grizzly bear has never yet been able
to overtake wolf, once the trim legs
got well into action. At first he
couldn't think about anything; he had
been cheated too many times. His
first impulse was one Of tremendous
and overpowering wrath-a fury that
meant death to the first living crea
ture that he met.
But in a single second he realized
that this wild chase was fairly good
tactics, after all. The chances for q
meal were still rather good The
fawn and the wolf were in the open
now, and 1t was wholly evident that
the gray hunter would overtake the
quarry in another moment. 1t was
true that the Killer would miss the
pleasure of Staying his own game
the ecstatic blow to the shoulder and
the bite to the throat that followed 1t
In this case, the wolf would do that
part Of the work for him. 1t was just
simple matter Of driving the crea
ture away from his dead.
But at that instant fate took hand
in the merry little chase. To the
fawn. It was nothing but sharp clane
Of metal behind him and an answering
shrek of pain-sounds that In itf
terror II heard but dlmly. But 1t was
an unlooked-for and tragic reality tt
the wolf. His leap was suddenly ar
rested In mid-air. and he was hurlet
to the ground with stunning force
Cruel metal teeth had seized his leg
and a strong chain held him when ht
tried to escape. He fought 1t will
desperate savagery. The fawn leape'
on to safety.
But there was no need Of the grizzl.
continuing Its pursuit. Everything hat
turned out quite well for him. aftel
all. A wolf is ever 80 much more fill
ing than any kind Of seasonal fawn
and the old gray pack leader was Inn
prisoned and helpless in one Of Hud
sons traps.
In the first gray Of morning. Dave
Turner started back toward his home
'Tll 90 with you to the forks In thu
trail" Hudson told him. II want Il
take look at some of my traps, any
how"
At the same hour-as soon as II wal
light enough to see-Bruce was finish
ing his breakfast In preparation fol
| the last lap of his journey. He hat
passed the night by spring on loni
ridge almost In eye range of Hudson''
camp Now he was preparing to diI
down into the Killers glen.
Turner and Hudson followed up th'
little creek.
| The first Of Hudson's sets provet
empty. The second was about turI
In the creek. and q wall Of brush mad
II impossible for him to tell at dis
tance whether or not he had made |
catch. But when still quarter of I
\ ulno OhStunts AAuocVh hSoAN . ovuAA'
that he thought he recognized. 1t wa
high. sharp, agonized bark that
dimmed into a low whine, II bellev'
/ I've got coyote or a wolf up there,
he said They hastened their steps.
| The whole picture loomed suddenl,
before their eyes. There was no vol
In the trap. The steel had sprung
certainly, but. only hideous fragmen
OF q foot remained between the jaws
The bone had been broken sharpl,
on. a. man might break match Il
his fingers There was no living woli
Life had gone out Of the gray bod
many minutes before. The two mel
saw all these things a. q backgroun
only-dim details about the centre
figure. But the thing that froze ther
IN their tracks with terror was tn
great. gray form Of the Killer. no
twenty feet distant, beside. the mar
gled body Of the wolf
The events that followed thefsafts
came In such quick succession - I
ueern aimuItaneoua Tor Ono fracfio