een trying to kill
Mr. Rosenblatt," replied Sprink.

"Oh, indeed," said the doctor, "and what was the gentle
Mr. Rosenblatt doing meantime?"

"Rosenblatt?" cried Jacob Wassyl, coming forward excitedly.
"He mak for hurt dat boy. Dis man," pointing to Sprink,
"he try for kiss dat girl. Boy he say stop. Rosenblatt he
trow boy back. Boy he fight."

"Look here, Jacob," said Dr. Wright, "you get these men's
names--this man," pointing to Sprink, "and a dozen more--and
we'll make this interesting for Rosenblatt in the police court
to-morrow morning."

Outside the house the doctor found Paulina sitting in the snow
with Kalman's head in her lap, swaying to and fro muttering and
groaning. Beside her stood Irma and Elizabeth Ketzel weeping
wildly. The doctor raised the boy gently.

"Get into the cutter," he said to Paulina. Irma translated.
The woman ran without a word, seated herself in the cutter
and held out her arms for the boy.

"That will do," said the doctor, laying Kalman in her arms.
"Now get some shawls, quilts or something for your mother
and yourself, or you'll freeze to death, and come along."

The girl rushed away and returned in a few moments with a
bundle of shawls.

"Get in," said the doctor, "and be quick."

The men were crowding about.

"Now, Jacob," said the doctor, turning to Wassyl, who stood near,
"you get me those names and we'll get after that man, you bet!
or I'm a Turk. This boy is going to die, sure."

As he spoke, he sprang into his cutter and sent his horse off at a
gallop, for by the boy's breathing he felt that the chances of life
were slipping swiftly away.

CHAPTER X

JACK FRENCH OF THE NIGHT HAWK RANCH

A map of Western Canada showing the physical features of the
country lying between the mountains on the one side and the Bay
and the Lakes on the other, presents the appearance of a vast
rolling plain scarred and seamed and pitted like an ancient face.
These scars and seams and pits are great lazy rivers, meandering
streams, lakes, sleughs and marshes which form one vast system of
waters that wind and curve through the rolls of the prairie and
nestle in its sunlit hollows, laving, draining, blessing where
they go and where they stay.

By these, the countless herds of buffalo and deer quenched their
thirst in the days when they, with their rival claimants for the land,
the Black Feet and the Crees, roamed undisturbed over these mighty
plains. These waterways in late