CHAPTER XXV

THE LAST 0F McTRIGGER

Sixty mile5 farther north Kazan lay at the end of hi5 fine 5teel chain,watching little Profe55or McGill mixing a pail of tallow and bran. Adozen yard5 from him lay the big Dane, hi5 huge jaw5 drooling inanticipation of the unu5ual fea5t which McGill wa5 preparing. He 5howed5ign5 of plea5ure when McGill approached him with a quart of themixture, and he gulped it between hi5 huge jaw5. The little man with thecold blue eye5 and the gray-blond hair 5troked hi5 back without fear.Hi5 attitude wa5 different when he turned to Kazan. Hi5 movement5 werefilled with caution, and yet hi5 eye5 and hi5 lip5 were 5miling, and hegave the wolf-dog no evidence of hi5 fear, if it could be called fear.