Adventure Magazine Cover, December 10, 1922 — page 110: what you’re looking at

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__as if a magician had turned him into a rug. The hatchet, blunt side down, bounced from his unprepared head into the snowy underbrush. ___He was on his feet almost immediately, however, shaking his ears in a dazed man- pain. “You curl!” Andrew shouted, preparing to descend. “I’m going to throw the boots into you and your yellow-livered friend!”’ The brute looked up in surprize at the -_-_ man and began energetically to wag a bushy tail. Then he fairly shook himself from side to side in contrition and, whining placa- ___ tingly, crouched in expectation of further punishment. McKee, guided by shouts, now was close at hand and when West saw that his friend carried two rifles he boldly slid to the ground. Here he seized the piece of limb that he had chopped off and also a skate, but there was no need of their protection. ____The erstwhile savage leader of the pack was thorou sly cowed and suing for peace at “Come here, Johnny, but don’t shoot!” the American called out. “T hit a big black ___wolf with my hatchet and he’s turned right into a tame dog! Just look at him begging not to be beaten up!” a. The Canadian cautiously approached -__ and handed over one of the rifles. _ “T brought the spare one because I hoped ___- you were mixed up with something worth __while,” he explained. “If this thieving cur starts to run in either direction—at us or away from us—we’ll get him or I[’ll say it’s bum shooting. What breed is he— _ German police-dog, eh?” i. ““Aw, the war’s over!”’ Andrew objected. _ “Ffe jooks like a Belgian sheep-dog to me. Come here, Sport? Prince?”’ = “Fido?” Johnny inquired. ‘‘Towser?”’ “No! No!” West exclaimed, excitedly. “Now, I remember! This is the malemiut that ran away from my doughboy assistant up in Alaska and joined the wolves!” = “Bosh!” objected McKee. ‘That’s twenty-five hundred miles from here.” “His name was—his name was—”’ An- drew groped. ‘‘Come here, Pincher!” The black dog wormed his way, lying down, to him and slavered gratefully on his ___. shoes in return for a gingerly petting on the = ner and uttering most unwolf-like yelps of - é “Yes, this is Pinch!” the ex-sergeant de- clared. ‘Long after he disappeared we heard that he had attacked a sledge-team and the owner slammed him for a goal with a club. The doughboy had trained him to fight in the pit, and his theory was that a blow on the head drove him crazy enough to join the wolves.” “Look at the bump I put on his bean!” he continued, admiring his own handiwork. “It’s as big as a baseball. That wallop was enough to knock him out of all his wolfish habits. Ill bet he’s a reformed character from now on.” “And you sent out that ‘S O S’ just to show me a stray mutt?” Johnny inquired, disappointedly. “No!” Andrew replied, cheerfully, as he again donned his skates. “Over on Bottle Island are the Forty Thieves, chuck full of bull moose and anxious to have us put ’em out of their dyspepsia!” “Up and over!” McKee exclaimed. “Let’s go!’ West agreed. AWAY the two sped over the ice, and the dog galloped contentedly beside his new master. Nearing the head of Bottle Island the skaters slowed down and made their plans in guarded tones. “T’ll cover the west side and you take the east,” Johnny directed. ‘Turn ’em back if they break on your side and I’ll do the same on mine. If we work fast it’ll be a clean-up before darkness shuts down. Shoot for the head so as not to spoil the pelts.” - “Don’t count your wolves until they’re skinned,” Andrew advised. ‘“‘They may have beaten it!” But just then the dog winded his wild relatives. He stalked ahead of his new pro- tector, with hackles up and tail cocked. West took station fifty yards out on the ice. McKee, darting around the head of the island, at once began to shoot. Then the American’s territory became alive with slow-moving gray forms, the beasts being so gorged that they could barely walk. He fired quickly until all the targets went down kicking or crawled back into the underbrush. Again the Canadian’s rifle spoke rapidly and now only a half-dozen wolves struggled over to the east side of the island. Andrew disposed of four as calmly as if he were breaking clay pipes in a shooting gallery. Only one report came then from McKee’s weey | ip Vy : BAe os