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DING CHAWT RIL , 8 huge wolf dog, belongs to The plover, only vere who. ie eran sig, Kindness, fe Leobel, Thor ut) scune wife. The "Thorse, of «winter ire a mide named McUteady, whom Kase Me hale. e tog defends | Isobel Sa i Ne tte for this ‘nay" into. the. wikderasaa” There ‘he + Be es py he Even Kazan had taken Gray Wolf to @ wooded point on the river two da before, and there he ha thong was tied to tne collar round his neck, he wos fastened to a staple in the log wall. Joan and her husband were up before it was light next day, The sun was just rising when they all went out, the man tea to carrying the baby, and Joan leading CHAPTER IX, (Continued) v The Tragedy of Snn Rock. PeeeeeHE shock sent him half a doren feet from his enemy. He was up like a flash, diszy, enarling, on the de- fensive. The lynx lay limp and motioniess where it had fallen. Basen came nearer, still prepared, and aniffed cautiously. Something tata him that the fight was over. Me turned and dragged himeeit and returned to Gray Wolf. Gray Wolf was no longer in the Moonlight. Close to the two rocks day the limp and lifeless little bodies of the three pups. The lynx had torn them to pieces. With a whine of Kazan approached the two ers and thrust his head betwe: them. Gray Wolf was th erying te hereeif in that terrible sobbing way. He went in, and began to lick her bleeding shoulders and head. All pes of that night she whimpered Feet 5 ith dawn she dragged herself out to the lifeless little bodies om the rock. And then Kazan saw the terrible work of the lynx. For Gray Woit was blind—not for a day or a night, bust Diind for all Cog A gloom that brow eal that instinct of animal creation, whi often is more wonderful than man’s mm, that told ined. For he ki was helpless—more helpless than the Uttle creatures that had gamboled in the moonlight a few hours before. He remained close beside her ali that Vainty that day did Joan call for Kazan. Her voice rose to the Sun Rock, and Gray Wolf's head snugyles choser to Kazan, and Kazan's ears dropped back, and he licked her wounds. Late in the afternoon Kaz- an left Gray Wolf long enough to run to the bottom of the trail and bring up the snow-shoe rabbit, y Wolt muszied the fur and flesh, but would Still @ ittle Inter Kazan urged her te follow him to the trail. He no Jonger wanted to stay at the top of the Sun Rock, and he no longer ‘wanted may ae ay tere Btep by step he drew her down the winaing path away from her dead [gs anegg She would move only when“ wr jag very near her—so near that she could touch his scarred flank with ber nose. They came at last to the point in the trail where they had to leap down @ distance of three or four feet from the edge of a rock, and here Kazan w how utterly helpless Gray Wolf become. She whined, and _ opouched twenty times ‘® sho make the spring, and then she lumped atiff-legged, and fell ‘n @ at Kazan's feet. r this Kazan did not have to her so hard, for the fall im- on her the fact that she was only when her muzzle touched mate’s flank. Sh ibe] ed ebdedient! when they reache 18 ging, rove with her foreshoulder ni asa wan heading for a thicket fm the creek bottom half a mile away, cred a dozen times in that distance ray Wolf stumbled and fell, And each time that she fell Kazan learned a Kittle more of the limitations of Dlind: Once he sprang off in purauit of a rabbit, but he had not taken twenty leaps when he stopped looked back. \y Wolf had not moved an inch. he stood motionless, sniffing the air —waiting for him! For a full minute Kasan etood, also waiting. Then he returned to her. Ever after this he returned to the point where he had left Gray Wolf, knowing that he ‘would find her ther: Ail that day they remained in the thicket. In the afternoon he visited t cabin. Joan and her husband there, and both saw at once n'a torn side and his lacerated nd shoulder: "Pretty near @ finish fight for him, er he had examined Bim. “It was either a lynx or & b Another wolf could not do that.’ For halt hour Joan worked over talking to him all the tim: a Sie bated” nla wounds “in woun in wa water, and then covered them with a salve, and Kazan was filled ‘with that old restful desire to in By) ee Se nae never te int @ fores' vor an hour she let him Te on the edge of her dress, with his nos teuching her foot, while she worked om baby things. Th: rose to prepare supper, and Ki: got up— ttle wearlly—and went to the doo Gray Wolf and the gloom of the night ‘were calling on him, and he answered that call with a slouch of his shoul- ‘Gers and @ drooping head. Its old thrill was go! He watched his ehance and went out through the @oor. The moon had risen when he rejoined Gray Wolf. She greeted his return with @ low whine of joy, and mussied him with her blind face. In her looked happier strength. won, during the days that a last great fight nd bia on and the woman, joan ha > olf of what lay tn the thicket, if ghe could have seen the poor creature * whom Kazan was now all life— gun, the stars, the moon, and he would have helped Gray But as it was she tried to lure 4 more and more to the cabin, ané slowly she won, © At Inst the great day came, eight @ays after the fight on the Sun Rock. This Book on the Stands Will Cost You $1.25, You Get:It for 6 Cent. elowly along the ledge to the trail, tr bh white tip of sand. him, Joan turned and locked the cabin door, and Kazan heard a sob in her throat as they followed the man down to the river. The big canoe was packed and wait- ing. Joan got in first with the baby. Then, still holding the babic! she drew Kazan up close to , £0 il he lay with his weight against er. Tho sun fell warmly on back as they shoved off, and is eyes, and rested hi Joan's lap. Her hand fell his shoulder. He heard again that sound which the man could not hear, the broken sob in her throat, as tho canoes moved slowly down to the ‘wooded point. Joan waved her hand back at the cabin, just disappearing behind the 008. “Good-by' 6 cried sadly, “Good- by”—— And then she buried her face close down to Kazan and the baby obbed. "Phe man stopped paddling. ‘You're not sorry—Joan ?” Kasan'e he closed 6 asked the point Wolf came nd ou're not sorry—we're going?" Joan shook her head. “No,” she replied. “Only I've—al- ways lived here—in the forests—and they're—home The point with its white finger of d was behind them now. And Kazan was standing rigid, facing tt. The man called to him, and Joan lifted her head. She, too, saw the point, and suddenly the babiche leash pped from her fingers, and a strange ght leaped into her blue eyes as she saw what stood at the end of that Tt was Gray Wolf. Her blind eyes were turned toward Kazan, At last Gray Wolf, the faith- ful, understood. Scent told her what her eyes could not see, Kazan and the man-smell were together, And they were going—coing—going— “Look!" whispered Joan, The man turned. Gray Wolfs fore- feat were in the water, And now, 98 the canoe drifted further and further away, she settled back on her haunch- e sed her head to the sun which e could not wee and gave her last long wailing cry for Kazan. The canoe lurched. A tawny body shot through the alr—and Kazan was ne. eorne ma: forward for hi rifle. Joan's hand stopped him. Her face was white. “Let him go back to her! ahe erled. Let him Tt is his And Kazan, reaching the shore, hook the water from his shaeey hair, and looked for the last time to- ward the woman. The canoe was drifting slowly around the first bend, A moment more and it had disap- peared, Gray Wolf had won. CHAPTER X. The Days of Fire. WROM the night of the ter- | ] bible fieht with the big gray ] | lynx on the top of the Sun I |} Rock, Kazan remembered less and less vividly the old days when he had been a sledge dog and the leader of a pack. He would never quite forget them, and always there would stand out certain memor- tes from among the rest, like fires cutting the blackness of night. But as man dates events from his birth, his marriage, his freedom from & bondage or some foundation step in! his career, so all things seemed to Kazan to begin with two tragedies which had followed one fast upon the other after the birth of Gray Wolf's pups. The first was the fight on the Sun Rock, when the big gray lynx had blinded his beautiful wolf mate for all time, and had torn her pups into Pieces, He in turn had killed the lynx. But Gray Wolf was still blind, Vengeance had not been able to give her sight. She could no longer hunt with him, as they had hunted with the wild wolf packs out on the plain and in the dark forests. So at thought of that night he always snarled, and his lips curled back to reveal his inch- long fangs. The other tragedy was the going of Joan, her baby and her husband. Something more infallible than reason told Kasan that they would not come back. Brightest of all the pictures that remained with him was that of the sunny morning when the woman and the baby he loved, and the man he endured because of them, had gone away in the Canoe, and often would go to the point and gaze longingly down stream, where he had leaped from the canoe to return to his biind mate. So Kazan's life seemed now to be le up chiefly of three things—his hatred of everything that bore the ascent or mark of the lynx, his griev- ing for Joan and the baby, the Gray Wolf. It was natural that the strong- est passion in him should be his hatred of the lynx, for not only Gray ‘Wolf's blindness and the death of the W Pups, but even the loss of the woman and the baby he lald to that fatal on the Bun Rock. From that hour ne became the deadliest enemy of the lynx tribe, Wherever truck the ecent of the big gray cat he was turned into a snarling dem and his hatred grew day by day, he became more com- pletely a part of the wild. He found that Gray Wolf was mo: necessary to him now than she had ever been since the day she had left the wolf-pack for him, He was three-quarters dog, and the dog-part of him demanded companionship. TOV U0000000 0000000000000 0000000000 000000 C0COOD COCO COCO COG ins Dab © POPGOODOOG'D GOSAD SIDS} o1e Doreyere @ There was only Gray Wolf to give him that now. They were alone. Civilization was four hundred mil th of them, The nearest Hudeon’s Bay post was sixty miles to the west. Often, in the days of the woman and the paby, Gray Wolf had spent her nights alone out in the forest, waiting and calling for Kazan. Now {t was Kazan who wos lonely and uneasy when he was away from her Bide. In her blindness Gray Wolf could no longer hunt with her mate. But gradually a new code of understand- ing grew up between them, and through her blindness they learned many things that they had not known before, By early summer Gray Wolf could travel with Kazan, if he not move too swiftly. She ran at his flank, with her shoulder or muzzle touching him, and Kazan learned not to leap, but to trot. Very quickly he found that he must chooye the easiest trails for Gray Wolt's feet. When they came to a space to be bridged by a leap, he would stand with ears alert—listen- Then h 1 tance she had to cover. She alwave over-leaped, which was a good fault. On another way, and ono that was destined to serve them many time in the future, she became of gre: er help than ever to Kazan. Scent and hearing entirely took the place of sight. Each day developed these senses more and more, and at the same time there developed between them the dumb language whereby she could impress upon Kazan what e had discovered by scent or sound, It became a curious habit of Kazan's always to look at Gray Wolf when er stopped to listen, or to ecent tho air, After the fight on the Sun Rock, Kazan bad taken his blind mate to a thick lump of spruce and balsam in the river bottom, where they remained until early summer. Every —— ar wecks Kazan went to the cabin ~—~ Joan and the baby—and the man— had been, For a long time he went hopefutty, looking each day or night to seo some sign of life there. But the door waa never open, The boards and saplings at the windows always re- mained. Never a spiral of smoke rose from the clay chimney. Grass and vines began to grow in the path. And fainter and fainter grew that scent which Kazan could still find about it—the scent of man, of the woman, the baby. fe) day he found a little baby moccasin under one of the closed windows. It old, at worn out, and blackened by snow and rain, out he lay down beside it, and remained there for a long time, while the bahy Joan—a thousand miles wes playing with the strange {iigation. ‘Then he returned Yo www ‘Wolf among the spruce and balsam. The cabin was the one place to Wolf would not follow times she was which G: a companied him on his hunt struck game, and began the chase. Then she would wait for him, Kazan usually bunted the big snow-shoe rabbits, But one night he ran down and killed a young doe. The kill was too heavy to drag to Gray Wolf, so he returned to where she was waiting for him and guided her to the feast. In many ways they became more and moro inseparable as the summer lengthened, until at last, through all the wilderness, their footprints were always two by two and never one by on Gray Wolf caught the escent of it en it still two days to the . The sun that night went down in @ lurid cloud. The moon, drifting into the West, became blood red. When it dropped behind the wilder- ness in this manner, the Indians called it the Bleeding Moon, and the alr was filled with omens. All the next day Gray Wolf was nervous, and toward noon Kazan ught in the air the warning that she had sensed many hours ahead of him, Steadily the scent grew stronger, and by the middle of the afternoon the un was veiled by a film of smoke. ‘The fight of the wild things from the triangle of forest between the Junctione of the Pipestone and Cree DOOHOOSS rid D t their quills Rivers would bave begun then, the wind shirted ‘The fire wa and south. Then the wind awept straight east- ward, carrying the smoke with it, and during this breathing spell all the wild creatures in the triangle between the two rivers waited, This gave the fire time to sweep completely across the base of the forest triangle, cut- ting off the lust trails of escape. Then the wind shifted again, the fire swept north. Th the triangle Became a th trap. All through the night the southern sky was filled with a lurid glow, and by morning the heat and smoke and ash were suffocating. Panic-stricken, Kazan vainly for @ means of escape. for ap.Jnstant did he leave Gray Wolf. Tt would have been easy for him to swim soross either of the two streams, for he was three-quarters dog. But at the fret touch of water on her paws Gray Wolf drew back, shrinking. but It wae a fatal shift raging from the west and head of Like all her oreed, she would face fire anti death before wat: Kazab urged. A dozen times hi ped in, and #wam out into the stream. But Gray Wolf would come no further than she could wade. They could hear the distant mur- muring roar of the fire now, Ahead had been, but the porcupines were of it came the wild things. Mooso, Still rolled Into balls when Gray caribou and deer plunged {nto the Wolf and Kazan left the sand bar, water of the streams and swam to They began to travel up-stream, and the safety of the opposite side. Out before night camo thelr feet were upon @ White finger of sand lumbered *0re from hot ash and burning em- a big black bear with two cubs, and bers even the cubs took to the we The moon was strange and fore- wam Across easily. Ikazan wate! boding that night, like a spatter blood them, and whined to Gray Woif. in the sky, and through the long al- ‘And then out upon that white lent hours thore was not even the F finger of sand camo other things that dreaded the water as Gray Wolf dreaded it; a big fat porcupine, a sleok little marten, fishor-cat that sniffed the alr and walled like a vhild. Those things that could not or would not swim outnumbered the other sms to one, Hundreds of ttle ermine scurried along the shore like rats, thelr squeaking little voices sounding in- cessantly; foxes ran swiftly along the hanks, seeking a tree or a windfall that might bridge the water for them; the lynx snarled and faced the fire; and Gray Wolf's own tribe--tho wolves—dared take no deeper step than she. Dripping and panting, and_ halt choked by heat and smoke, Kazan came to Gray Wolf's side. There w but one refuse left near them, that was the sand-bar. It rea out for fifty feet Into the streain. Quickly he led his blind mate to- ward it. As they came through tne low bush to the river-bed, something stopped them both. To their nostrils had come the scent of a deadiler ene- my than fire, “ax had taken possession of the sand-bar, and was crouching at t end of it. Three porcupines had dragged themsclvea into the edge of the water, and lay there like balls, lert and quivering. A fisher-cat was snarling at the lynx, And the lynx, with ears laid bask, watched Kazan and Gray Wolf — began the Invasion of the eand- ar. Faithful Gr Wolf wae full of fight, and she sprang shoulder to shoulder with azan, her fangs bared. With an angry snap, Kazan drove her back, and she stood quiver- ing and whining while he advanced, When you go out of town matter. reading for six cents a week. country dealer has not been able to by the foremost living authors, Bear this in mind, not only for PATBOROORO ROE Robert W. Chainbers’s ily Magazt The Best Dog Story Ever Written. An Ideal Su ZAN Are You Going Away for Vacation? difficult and costly to provide yourself with the right sort of reading Why send to the city for novels at $1.25 or $1.50 each or buy them at a fancy price in some country store? You can supply yourself with the best, most delightful summer By subscribing to The Evening World for the rest of the summer you will secure a comple novel each week. Not some old book a who expect to spend their vacations in the country. Great urs LAght-footed, his pointed ears fr- ward, no menace or threat in his at+ titude, he advanced. It was the deal- ly advance of the husky trained in battle, skilled tn the art of killing. A man from civilization would have said that the dog was approachin the lynx with friendly intentions, Bu the lynx understood. It was the old feud of many generations—made dead Her now by Kazan’s memory of that night at the top of the Sun Rock. natinct told the fisher-cat what was coming, and !t crouched low and flat; the pofcupines, scolding like little children at the presence of en- emies and the thickening clouds of smoke, thrust their quills stilt’ more erect. The lynx lay on its belly, like A cat, its hindquarters twitching, and gathered for the spring, Kazan's fest seemed scarcely to touch the sand he circied lightly around it~ ‘The lynx pivoted as he cireied, and then {t shot In @ round snarling ball over the eight feet of space that separated them. Kazan did not leap aside, He made fo effort to escape the attack, but met it fairly with the full force of his shoulders, as sledge dog moots sledge dog. He was ten pounds heavier then the lynx, and for am nt the big loose-jointed cat with its twenty knifelike claws waa thrown on its aide. Like a flash Kazan took advan- tage of the moment, and drove for the back of the cut's neck In that same moment blind Gray Wolf leaped in with a snarling ery, and fighting undor Kazan's belly, #) fastened her jaws in one of the ca hind legs. ihe bone snapped, The lynx, twice outweighed, leaped back- ward, dragging both Kazan and Gray Wolf. It fell back down on ong of the porcupines, and a-hundred quills drove into Its body, Another leap and It was free—fleeing into the face of the smoke, Kazan did not purse Gray Wolf <came to Wis side and YOHDOHOOOHOOIOODIDOHON mmer Romance of the Big A Complete Novel Each Week in The Evening World ©OO00OTSHDHDOHOOODS ©0099, es da DOODHODOHSOOOCEOOOSS: © ing In a thick swamp five or atx miles Bei) the cabin that Henri Lott had CHAPTER XI. Always Two by Two. C was January when a gulde from the post brought Paul Weyman to Henri Lot! cabin on the Waterfound, He was @ man of thirty-tw or three, full of the red-blooded life that made Henri ike him at once, If this bad not been the case, the first few days In the cabin might have been unpleasant, for Henri was in bad humor, He told Weyman about it their first night, as they were smok- ing pipes alongside the redly glowing box stove. “It ta damn strange,” sald Heurt, “T have lost seven lynx in the treps, torn to pleces like they were no more than rabbits that the foxes had killed, No fhing—not even bear—have ever tacklod lynx In a trap before. It ts the first time [ ever seo it. And they are torn up so bad they are not worth one half dollar at the post. Seven!—that is over two hundred dol- lar | have lost! There are two wolves who do it, Two-I know It by the always two—an'—never one. They follow my trap-line an‘eat the rabbits I catch. “They leave the fisher-cat, an’ the mink, an’ the ermine, an’ the mar- ten; but the lynx-—sacre an damnl— they jump on him an’ pull the fur froin him like you pull the wild cot- ton balls from the burn bush! I have tried strychnine In deer fat, an’ 1 have @ol traps and deadfalls, but cannot catch them. ‘They will drive 4, cked bh ok, Wherg fresh blood was eeal f hie. tawny hi Tha me ott unless I get th for | have lay as if dead, watehing taken only five x, an’ they them with flerce little black eves. Tho porcupines continued to clatter, as If begging for mercy, And then a thick black suffocating pall of smoke drove low over the sand bar and with It came air that wan furnace hot. At the uttermost end of the sand bar Kazan and Gray Wolf rolled themselves into balls and thrust their « under their bodies. The fire very near now. The roar of It ike that of a great cataract, with now and then a louder crash of fall- ing treos, ‘The alr was filled with ash and burning sparks, and twice Kazan drew forth his head to snap at blazing embers that fell upon and seared him like hot trons. Close along the edge of the stream grew thick green bush, and when the fire reached this it burned more slowly, and the heat grow less, Btill, it was a long time before Kazan and Gray Wolf could draw forth their heads and breathe more freely. Then they found that the finger of sand reaching out Into the river had saved them. Everywhere in that triangle between the two rivers the world had turned black, and was hot underfoot. ‘The smoke cleared away. The wind changed again, and swung down cool and fresh from the west and north, ‘The fisher-cat was the first to move cautiously back to the forests that hoot of an ow) to give a sien that life still existed where yesterday had been @ paradise of wild things, Kazan knew that there was nothing to hunt, and they continued to travePall that night. With dawn they struck a narrow nwamp along the edge of the stream. Here beavers had built a dam, and they were able to cross over into the kreen country on the opposite aide. For another day and another night they travelled westward, and this brought them into the thick country of swamp and timber along the Wa- terfound, And as Kazan and Gray Wolf came from the west, there came from the Hudaon's Bay post to the east a slim, dark-faced French half-breed by the name of Henri Loti, the most famous lynx hunter tn all the Hudson's Hay country. He was prospecting for “sizna,” and he found them tn abun- dance along the Waterfound, It was o garfie paradise, and the snow-shoe rabbit abounded in thei sands. As @ consequence, the lynx were thick, and Henrt built his trap- ping shack, and then returned to the Dost to watt ungil the first snows fell, when he would come back with his team, supplies and traps, And up from the south, same time, there was slowly working his way by canoe and trail a young university zoologist who waa gath- ering material for a book on The Rea- soning of the Wild, His name was Paul Weyman, and he had made arrangementa to G oct & part of the winter with Henrt Loti, the half-breed. He brought with him plenty of paper, a camera and the photograph of a girl. His only wea- pon was a pocket-knife, And meanwhile Kazan and Gray Wolf found the home they were seek- at this for vacation you may find It is sell, but the finest up-to-date fiction yourself but for any of your friends have destroyed seven ‘This roused Weyman, He was one of that growing number of thought+ ful'‘mon Who belleve that man's ago- ism, a# @ race, blinds him to many of the more wonderful facts of crea- tion, He had thrown down the gaunt- jot, and with a logic that had gained him a nation wide hearing, to those who believed that man was the only living creature who could reason, and that common sense and cleverness when displayed by any other breath- ing thing were morely instinct. ‘The facts behind Henri’s talo of woe struck him important, and until talked about the two atrange wolves, There is one big wolf smaller,’ sald Henri, “An’ waym the big wolf who goes in fights the Song I see that by ¢ snow, While h fighting, the amaller wolf makes many tracks in the snow just out of reach, an’ then when the lynx is dowp, or dead, it jumbe in at’ helps tear it Into pieces, All that I know by the snow. Only ence have I seen where the smaller one went tn an’ fought with the other, an’ then there was blood all about. that not lynx blood; I trallea the devila a mile by the drip- ping. During the two weeks that fol- lowed, Weyman found much to add to the material of his book. day passed that somewhe: Henr''s trap-line they did n traila of the two wolves, and Wey- © as Henrl had ints were always two by two, and never one by one, On the third day they came to a trap that had held a lynx, and at sight pf wha ined Henri cursed in poth French and English until he was Purple in the face. The lynx had been torn until ite pelt was pract- cally worthless, " Weyman saw where the smaller wolf had waited on ita’ haunches, whilo its companion had Killed the lynx. He did not tell Henri all he thought, But the days that followed convinced him more and more that he had found the most dramatic ex. emplification of his theory. Back of this inysterious tragedy of the trap. Une there was a reason, Why did the two wolves not destroy the fisher cat, the ermine and the marten? Why wae their feud with the lynx alone? Weyman waa atrangely thrilled. Ila was @ lover of wild things, and for that reason he never carried a gun. And when he saw Henri placing poison baits for the two marauders, he shuddered, and when, day ufter an’ one it is day, he saw that these poison haits were untouched, he rejoiced, Some. ‘hing in his own nature went out in syinpathy ty the herole outlaw of the trap-ling who never failed to give battle to the lynx, Nighte in the cabin he wrote down his thoughts and discoveries of the day. One night he turned suddenly on Henri, “Henri, doesn't it ever make you sorry to kill 80 many wild things?" he asked, Henri atared and shook his head, “IT Ki tousand an’ t'ousan be eaid, "I kill t'ousand more." ‘And there ure twenty thousand others just like you In this northern quarter of the continent—all killing, killing for hundreds of years bac! and yet you ean’t kill out wild Nf The war of Man and the Beast, yo might call it. And, if you could turn five hundred years from né Henri, you'd attll find wild life he: Nearly all the rest of the world Is changing, but you can't change these almost impenetraMe thousands of square miles of ridges and swamps and forests, ‘Tho rallroads won't come here, and I. for one, thank God for that. ‘Take all the great prairies to the weat, for Instance. Why, the old Buffalo trails ure still there, plain as day—and yet, towns and cities are growing up everywhere, Did you ever hear of North Battleford?” “Is she near Montreal or Quebec?" Henrt asked. Weyman smiled and drew a photo- eraph from his pocket. It was the tre of a girl “No. Ite far to the west, In das." katchewan, Seven years ago 4 to go up there ever nd Th ny Battlefc then—juat the glorious prairie, hun- dreds and hundreds of square milos of it, There was a single shack on the Saskatchewan River, where North Battleford now stands, and I used to stay there, In that shack there was a Outdoors By James Oliver Curwood rss f ¢ 13: 19: ay ttle girl, twelve years old. We used to go out hunting together—for I need to kill things in those days, And the etd itl would cry sometimes when ind I'd lat at he railroad came, and then and they joined near the _ nd all at once a town sprang up. Seven years ago there waa only the shack there, Henri. Two years ago there were eighteen hundred people, Thie year, when | came through, there were five thousand, and two years from now there'll be ten thousand, "On ground where that shack stood are three banks, with a of forty million dollars; you the giow of the electric lights of th city twenty miles away. hundred thousand dollar colle high school, the provincial asylum, @ fire department, two clubs, a board of trade and it's going to have a street car line within two years. Think of that—all where the coyotes howled a few years ago! “People are coming in so fi they can't keep a consus, F years from now there'll be a city of twent: thousand where the old shack And the Iittio girl in that shack, Henri—sho's a young lady now, and her people are—well, rich. T don’t care about that, The chief thing Is that she is going to marry me tn the apring. Because of her | stopped kill- ing things when she was only sixteen. The last thing I killed was a prairie wolf, and it had young. Elleen kept the little puppy. She's got it now— tamed. That's why above all other wild things | love the wolves, And I hope these two lenve your trap line wate.” Henri was staring at him. We: man gave him the picture, It was of voot-fa y and there vor ioe of Henri with deop pure me a twitch at the mouth as he looked t, “My Towaka died t'ree year ago,” he said, "She too loved the wild thing, But them wolf—dama!l They drive me out if 1 cannot kill them!" He put fresh fuel into the stove and prepared for bed, One day the big idea came to Henri. Weyman was with him when they struck fresh signa of lynx. ‘Ahere was a t windfall ten or fifteen feet high, and in one place the loge had formed a sort of cavern, with al- most solid wall# on three sides, The snow was beaten down by tracks, and the fur of rabbit was scattered about. Henri waa jubilant. “We got heem-—aure!” he said. He lit the bait house, set a trap and looked about him shrewdly. Then he explained his scheme to Weyman. If the lynx was caught, and the two wolves came to destroy it, the Aebt would take place tn that shelter un- der the windfall, and the marauders would have to pass through the open- ing. So Henrt eet five smaller traps, concealing them skilfully under leaves and moss and anow, and all were far enough away from the bait house #0 that the trapped lynx could not spring them in hia strugstes, “When they fight, wolf jump this ’ that—an’ sure get in,” said ‘He miss one, two, t'ree—but ‘he sure get in trap somewhere. That same morning a light snow fell, making the work more comp for It covered up all footprints buried the telltale acent of man, That night Kazan and Gray Wolf passed within a hundred feet of the wind- fall, and Gray Wolfe kee: vent de- tected something strane and din. quieting in the alr, She informed Kazan by pressing her shoulder againat his, and they swung off at right angles, keeping to windward of the trap line. For two days and three cold atar- Mt nights nothing happened at the windfall, Henri understood, and ex- plained to Weyman. The lynx waa a hunter, like himself, and also had ite hunt line, which it covered about once a week. On the fifth night the lynx returned, went to the windfall, was lured straight to the balt, and the sharp-toothed steel trap closed re- lentlessly over its richt bindfoot, Kazan and Gray Wolf were travel- ling @ quarter of « mile deeper in the forest when they heard the olanking tee! chain as the lynx fought to free itself, Ten minutes later they steod in the door of the windfall cavern, It wae a white clear night, so filled with brilliant stare that Henri him- self could have hunted by the light of them. The lynx had exhausted it- self, and lay crouching on tts belly as Kazan and Gray Wolf appeared, An ue Gray Wolf held back while Kazan began the battle, In the firet or second of these fights on the trip- Hin an would probably have Seon dh welled or had his jugular vein open, had the fierce cats been were more than his match in open fight, thouzh thé biggest of them fell ten pounds under his weight. Chance had served him on the Sun Rock, Gray Wolf and the porcupine had both added to the defeat of the lynx on the sand-bar, And alory Henri's hunting line it was the trap that was hia ally, Even with his enemy thus shackled he took hig chances, And he took bigger chances than ever with the lyn under the windfall, The cat was an old warrior, six or seven years old. Tis claws were an inch and a quarter long, and curved like aimitars, His forefeet and bis left hindfoot were free, and as Kaz advanced, he drew back, so that t trap-chain was slack under hin bod Here Kazan could not follow his oi tactics of circling about his trapped foe, until it had become tangled tn the chain, or had #0 shotened and twisted it that there wag no chance for a leap, He had to attack face to face, and suddenly he lunged in. They met shoulder to shoulder, An's fangs snapped at the other's throat, and missed. Before he could strike ain, the lynx flung out. its froe Hindfoot, and even Gray Wolf hoard the ripping sound that it made, With a snarl Kagan was flung back, bis shoulder torn to the bone, Then it was that one hidden traps saved him fre of Henr!'s death 8 d over one of his f when he leaped, the chain « d Once or twice before, blind Gray Wolf had leaped in, when she that Kazan waa in xreat danger. Kor an instant she forgot her cau now, and as sho heard Kazan's snarl FRANCO-PR WAR Novel USSI 4’ LORRAINE BOOS: 7 WHDGOOS 1 e of pain, she sprang in under the wied* Five traps Henri nad hidden ta i space in front of the bait-house, 4 Gray Wolf's fect found two of * She fell on her side, snappi a In his strugsies sprung the remaining two tray 5 of them missed. ‘The fAtth, and taet, caught him by a hindfoot. 5 le wan a little pest midnight — From then until morning the - and snow under tho windfall > torn up by the struggles of ¢ the dog and the lynx to regain freedom, And when morning all three were exhausted, and Ia: their sides, panting and with bleed: Ing Jaws, waiting for the coming oF man—and death Henri and Weyman wero out When they struck off the main toward the windfall, Henri pointed te the tracks of Kagan and Wolf, and his dark face light with pleasure and excitement. they reached the shelter under mans of fallen timber, both apeschiess for a moment, aato 4 a what thew saw. en Henrt had seen nothing Mke this before—two wolves and a all in traps, and almost within B, of one another's fan But could not lor delay the business Henri's hunter's instinct. The jay first in his path, and he was rate- ing his rifle to put a steel-capped bullet through the base of Kasan’: brain, when Weyman caught bis; eagerly by the arm. Weyman war staring. Hin fingers dug into Hemet’ flesh. His eyes bad caught 0 gimp ot tho steel-studded collar abeut Kazan's neck, Walt!’ hy It's a dog’ Henri lowered his the collar, Weyman's eyes Gray Wolf. She was facing them. anarilng, her white fangs bared te the foes she could not see. Her bline eyes were closed. Where there shoulé have been eyen there wan only hair, and an exclamation broke from man's lips ok!" be command What In the name of erled, “It's not a wolf. “Ou, bilad, om’ falling partly into amazement. tle was raising hig egain, Weyman seized it firmly, “Don't kil them, Henri, “Give them to me—alive: mp the value of the lynx they have @e- stroy and add that to the bounty, and I will pay. Alive, are worth to me God! A dor—and He atl held Henri was ataring at him, yet quite understand, Weyman continued speaking, bie even and face biasing. ° bay log and a ind we he repeated. “It is wonderful, tens Down there, they wilt say I have gone beyond reason, when my comes out, But 1 it have ' T shall take twenty photegraphg ert before you kill the lynx. T shall keeg the dog and the wolf all : shall pay you, Henrt, a hnadred dole lars apiece for the two, May I have them? He held hia rifle ir Henrt nodded. readiness, while Weyinan unpacked ‘snarls the cliek of the ble rifle rifle and aif he 4id ne hig camera and got to work, ing funga greeted camera-whut and lynx, not through fear, but b recornized the maatery of man Henri shot the lynx and wher Kazan understood thix he tore at the end of his trap chains and snares at the writhing body of his fores enemy. By meana of a pole and > - habiche noose Kazan was. bro out from under {ne windfall ani fenri's cabin, ‘The two mar d with a thick sack ant che, and blind Gray Wol still fettered by the traps, wae ma pein wer, All the rest of that oa feyman and Henrt worked to bull 7 4 stout cage of saplings, and when f © wan finished the two prisoners wer placed in It. Kefore the dog waa put in Gray Wolf Weyman closely exam! the worn and tooth-marked about hia neck. On the braas plate he found o raved the one word “Kazan,” and with a strange thrill made note of in hin diary, After thin Weyman often renal, at the cabin when Trenrl went ouf ot the trap line, After the second ho dared to put his hand between th: sapling bars and touch Kagan, ant the next day Kazan socepted & pec of raw mooxe meat from his Lew Rut at hie approach Gray Wok vould always hide under the pile @ balsam In the corner of their prison ‘The Instinct of gene: and per haps of centuries haa ti it her thay man was her deadliest enemy, et this man did not hurt her Kazan was not afraid of hin, Mhe was frightened at first, ther puzzied, and a growing curlority fol lowed that. Occasionally, after t! third day, she would thrust hee bit face out of the balsam and enuf air when Weyman wos at the making friends with Kagan. would not eat, Weyman no! and each day he tempted her the choicest moraers of deer moose fat. Vive daye—slx—eevel passed and she had not taken # mouthful Weyman could count her ribs, ‘Sho die,” Henri told him on the venth night. ‘She starve she eat in that cage. She want forest, the wild kill, the freah She two—t'ree year old—too ol@ mike civilize. Henri went to bed at the asus hour, but Weyman was troubled, ané sat Up late. He wrote a long fetre to the sweet-faced ‘girl at North Rat. tleford, and then he turned out tly and painted visions «f her it p fifth city of Saskatch.-@n bor blue eyes the rad, and prairies in hated him—yes, actually hat because he loved to kilt, 1 softly as he thought of that had changed bim—wonderfully, (To Be Continued.) 4) ae had him, laure OOOO Next Week's Complete Novel in ING WO, omy