Kazan eBook

James Oliver Curwood
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 243 pages of information about Kazan.

“He fought for us,” breathed the girl.  She gave him the bundle, and stood up, straight and tall and slim in the firelight.  “He fought for us—­and he was terribly hurt,” she said.  “I saw him drag himself away.  Father, if he is out there—­dying—­”

Pierre Radisson stood up.  He coughed in a shuddering way, trying to stifle the sound under his beard.  The fleck of crimson that came to his lips with the cough Joan did not see.  She had seen nothing of it during the six days they had been traveling up from the edge of civilization.  Because of that cough, and the stain that came with it, Pierre had made more than ordinary haste.

“I have been thinking of that,” he said.  “He was badly hurt, and I do not think he went far.  Here—­take little Joan and sit close to the fire until I come back.”

The moon and the stars were brilliant in the sky when he went out in the plain.  A short distance from the edge of the timber-line he stood for a moment upon the spot where the wolves had overtaken them an hour before.  Not one of his four dogs had lived.  The snow was red with their blood, and their bodies lay stiff where they had fallen under the pack.  Pierre shuddered as he looked at them.  If the wolves had not turned their first mad attack upon the dogs, what would have become of himself, Joan and the baby?  He turned away, with another of those hollow coughs that brought the blood to his lips.

A few yards to one side he found in the snow the trail of the strange dog that had come with the wolves, and had turned against them in that moment when all seemed lost.  It was not a clean running trail.  It was more of a furrow in the snow, and Pierre Radisson followed it, expecting to find the dog dead at the end of it.

In the sheltered spot to which he had dragged himself in the edge of the forest Kazan lay for a long time after the fight, alert and watchful.  He felt no very great pain.  But he had lost the power to stand upon his legs.  His flanks seemed paralyzed.  Gray Wolf crouched close at his side, sniffing the air.  They could smell the camp, and Kazan could detect the two things that were there—­man and woman.  He knew that the girl was there, where he could see the glow of the firelight through the spruce and the cedars.  He wanted to go to her.  He wanted to drag himself close in to the fire, and take Gray Wolf with him, and listen to her voice, and feel the touch of her hand.  But the man was there, and to him man had always meant the club, the whip, pain, death.

Gray Wolf crouched close to his side, and whined softly as she urged Kazan to flee deeper with her into the forest.  At last she understood that he could not move, and she ran nervously out into the plain, and back again, until her footprints were thick in the trail she made.  The instincts of matehood were strong in her.  It was she who first saw Pierre Radisson coming over their trail, and she ran swiftly back to Kazan and gave the warning.

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