The Winnipeg Wolf 
cooled, he had no further cause for worry. 
One day, seeking safety in flight with his fa- 
ther behind him, he dashed into the Wolf’s 
kennel, and his grizzly chum thus unceremoni- 
ously awakened turned to the door, displayed a 
double row of ivories, and plainly said to the 
father: “ Don’t you dare to touch him.” 
If Hogan could have shot the Wolf then 
and there he would have done so, but the 
chances were about equal of killing his son, so 
he let them alone and, half an hour later, 
laughed at the whole affair. Thenceforth Lit- 
tle Jim made for the Wolf’s den whenever he 
was in danger, and sometimes the only notice 
any one had that the boy had been in mischief 
was seeing him sneak in behind the savage 
captive. 
Economy in hired help was a first principle 
with Hogan. Therefore his “ barkeep” was a 
Chinaman. He was a timid, harmless creature, 
so Paul des Roches did not hesitate to bully 
him. One day, finding Hogan out, and the 
Chinaman alone in charge, Paul, already tipsy, 
demanded a drink on credit, and Tung Ling, 
acting on standing orders, refused. His artless 
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