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"Suddenly I heard shuffin behind me. Then there' was a rear from Great Garou like as if he'd spotted the Loup-Garòu ¦ himself. I turned un' suw Wilkhaw about six feet away from me 2 skinnin'-knife in his hand. Then Garou was on him. That's how he got that cut on his lip. But Will- shaw 'didn't need a knife no more." Crawley's eyes were eredulous, "You mean to say," he asked blankly, "that the dog killed him?"} "Yessir!" affirmed old Dave. "It! was all over in about two minutes Say, If I hadn't knocked him cold with a chunk o' stave-wood I'd have had to get Willshaw out of here with a shovel. Since then," he con- cluded, "it ain't bin safe for no une but me to handle a knife around! here."

There was a silence broken only by the roar of the flames striving: to clamber up the stove-pipe. Old Duve scomed to have forgotten his visitor's existence. Crawley's brainį worked with the speed of lightning So! It wasn't safe to pull' a knife when Garou was around, wasn't it? Well, that was something worth knowing!

And Garou could read a man's thoughts, could he?

laugh.... Pour sap!

What a

Well,

And

there were other ways Miami would come all right. To hell with all this snow and ice; al dog's life! ... There were fur) easier ways of making a living than by following a trap-line.. Crawley's eyes marked the spot where his thumb would sink into the pld trapper's stringy neck. And if Garou interfered?.... Well - he chuckled inwardly just one good crack with a heavy trap and he'd have finished with mind-reading... The husky stirred uneasily. Old Dave spoke again.

"Say, Crawley," he said. jerking

a thumb over his shoulder, "there's

« bottle o' whisky on that back

shelf. I ain't so young as I usator. be. Get it down; let's have a drink."

Crawley glanced in the direction indicated by the old trapper. He saw a shelf fixed to the wall high above the stack of pelts, and on it three or four bottles, one plainly whisky bottle. He rose from his chair and crossed the room, his eyes) fixed on the furs.

Yes, he told himself, they were' good stuff. He passed his left hand expertly over one of them, noting the extreme length of the hair, while with the other he groped above his head for the bottle of whisky. He plucked it from the shelf and continued to examine tho furs. He grinned,

*

In a few minutes ... after they'd had a drink.... A deep- throated saprl shattered his reverie. Garou was on his feet, upper lip raised, baring dripping fangs in a diabolical grin.

Crawley stood as if petrified, the bottle in his hand. His eyes, set in the deathly pallor of his face, were wide with horror. Into his numb- ing brain seeped the echo of old Dave's words: "No man has to atart anything with me; he only needs to think it."

Suddenly Crawley's bones seemed as if turned to water. He realised the utter futility of attempting to stop this devilish creature with a blow from a trap. Already he felt those terrible fange plucking out his throat. He saw the glant husky, body taut to spring raise one huge fore-paw and lassen the distance between, them.

The bottle allpped, from Crawley's nerveless band and crashed to pieces on the floor. Crawley caressed his throat with a qulver- Ing hand... He backed slowly to the door, tore it open, and slammed it behind him.

Old Dave stared after him in amazement, then his eyes dropped to the floor strewn with broken

glass. A liquid moved, sluggishly | across the rough boards. The old trapper gazed hard at it for a few moments, then the light of inder atanding crossed his wrinkled face. He chuckled and turned to the husky,

Garou, y'durned old fool," said old Dave, affectionately,

did think

he was goin to dose you?

"should told him earlier

safe for no one but, me to touch

that castor oil bottle

THE END.

WELL, I'M CERTAINLY EN JOYIN' THIS-I KIN HARDLY BELJEVE I'M HOME,

SEE! WE'RE FIGHTIN I'M SCRATCHIN' YOU- 500! YOUR

HEAD 15 BLEEDIN'-

THIS IS TERRIBLE· WILL THE MOTHER

EVER GIT HERE AN' TAKE THIS RIOT

HOME?

SURE IT IS- WHAT DO YOU

THINK? IT AINT

SOLID WOOD- YOU KNOW!

I WANNA PLAY INJUN- I'M HUNGRY-

I FOUND OUT YOU WERE, OVER HERE,SO I CAME OVER-THE CHILDREN WANT TO PLAY-

NOW WHATLL I BREAK FOIST?

Rosie's BEAU

GIED. M-MANUS

Registered U. S. Patent Office.

MR. ARCHIE IS ON THE PHONE, MISS ROSIE

NOW ISN'T THAT NICE 7 MY LITTLE ONES WANT

TO PLAY

TOO-

THE CHINA MAIL, FRIDAY, JANUARY 11, 1935

Bringing Up. Father

MRS. LOTTA KIDLETS SENT HER LITTLE DAUGHTER OVER TO

SPEND THE DAY WITH US-I'M GOING SHOPPIN, 90 PLL LEAVE HER IN YOUR CARE-

WHO'S

THE FUNNY MANS?

EVERYTHIN WUZ QUIET

UP TO NOW. LISTEN TO ME-CHILD- 1 DEMAND SILENCE-

NOW! LET'S SEE! WHAT SHALL WE

PLAY? I KNOW- }} WE'LL PLAY WERE ANIMALS-I'LL BE A LITTLE

PUSSY-CAT-

I'LL BE THE BIG GOAT IN FACT

VE BEEN THAT AROÚN' THIS HOUSE FER YEARS

LET'S PLAY BALL. IT'S MORE FUN-

THANK GOODNESS.

THERE'S THE MOTHER, AT THE

DOOR NOW-

LOOK: LEON!

I'M GONNA

JUMP IN

HIS

LAP.

I JUST CAN'T UNDERSTAND ARCHIE HE HASN'T PHONED

· ME FOR TWO DAYS- LI WONDER IF HE

HAS STOPPED LOVING ME ON

ACCOUNT OF THE QUARREL WE HAD?

OH, GOODY. HE STILL LOVES, BUT TELL HIM I'M OUT. I WANT HIM TO KEEP PHONING-

O

FER WHO? THIS HAS

GONE FAR ENOUGH- I'LL SEND FER HER MOTHER-

I COULDN'T LEAVE ANY OF THE CHILDREN-I BROUGHT THEM OVER TO PLAY WITH HER-

HELLO.MRS.LOTTA KIDLETS!]

WILL YOU PLEASE COME

OVER HERE RIGHT AWAY?

YES! YOUR LITTLE

DARLIN' IS.

WHERES

THE PIAN-EE?

DOT ANY CHEWING

DUM?

LONESOME-

WHAT?

LET'S PLAY JAIL AN'

HANG DIS

GUY-

WHAT A NICE

MESS I'VE GOT MESELF IN-1

WONDER IF.

THEY'LL EVER.

STOP?

BANG

BAVYG

CRASH

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WELL-1 GUESS ROSIE WON'T CALL ME UP BUT

I'LL BE BIG AND CALL MA

HER I'M NOT JEALOUS

AND I WANT HER TO KNOW IT-

STH AT. OUT WITH A FOOTBALL PLAYER ILL. BET- SHUCKS.

AS FECARED-

WONDER -WHO HE 15.

HOW TO KEEP FROM GETTING OLD

LOOK OUT BATES YOU'LL RUN INTO THAT BIG BOAT-

LET HIM LOOK OUT: KVE GOT

THE RIGHT OF WAY.

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