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124 The younger man’s excitement and apprehension for White Fang was growing. He struck Cherokee about the head savagely again and again. But that did not loosen the jaw. Cherokee wagged the stump of his tail in advertisement that he understood the meaning of the blows, but that he knew he was himself in the right and only doing his duty by keeping his grip. ‘Won’t some of you help?’ Scott cried desperately at the crowd. But no help was offered. Instead, the crowd began sarcastically to cheer him on and showered him with facetious advice. ‘You’ll have to get a pry,’ Matt counseled. The other reached into the holster at his hip, drew his revolver, and tried to thrust its muzzle between the bulldog’s jaws. He shoved, and shoved hard, till the grating of steel against the locked teeth could be distinctly heard. Both men were on their knees, bending over the dogs. Tim Keenan strode into the ring. He paused beside Scott and touched him on the shoulder, saying ominously: ‘Don’t break them teeth, stranger.’ ‘Then I’ll break his neck,’ Scott retorted, continuing his shoving and wedging with the revolver muzzle. ‘I said don’t break them teeth,’ the faro-dealer repeated more ominously than before. But if it was a bluff he intended, it did not work. Scott never desisted in his efforts, though he looked up coolly and asked: ‘Your dog?’ The faro-dealer grunted. ‘Then get in here and break this grip.’ ‘Well, stranger,’ the other drawled irritatingly, ‘I don’t mind telling you that’s something I ain’t worked out for myself. I don’t know how to turn the trick.’ ‘Then get out of the way,’ was the reply, ‘and don’t bother me. I’m busy.’ Tim Keenan continued standing over him, but Scott took no further notice of his presence. He had managed to get the muzzle in between the jaws on one side and was trying to get it out between the jaws on the other side. This accomplished, he pried gently and carefully, loosening the jaws a bit at a time, while Matt, a bit at a time, extricated White Fang’s mangled neck. ‘Stand by to receive your dog,’ was Scott’s peremptory order to Cherokee’s owner. The faro-dealer stooped down obediently and got a firm hold on Cherokee. ‘Now,’ Scott warned, giving the final pry. The dogs were drawn apart, the bulldog struggling vigorously. White Fang made several ineffectual efforts to get up. Once he gained his feet, but his legs were too weak to sustain him, and he slowly wilted and sank back into the snow. His eyes were half
125 closed, and the surface of them was glassy. His jaws were apart, and through them the tongue protruded, draggled and limp. To all appearances he looked like a dog that had been strangled to death. Matt examined him. ‘Just about all in,’ he announced; ‘but he’s breathin’ all right.’ Beauty Smith had regained his feet and come over to look at White Fang. ‘Matt, how much is a good sled-dog worth?’ Scott asked. The dog-musher, still on his knees and stooped over White Fang, calculated for a moment. ‘Three hundred dollars,’ he answered. ‘And how much for one that’s all chewed up like this one?’ Scott asked, nudging White Fang with his foot. ‘Half of that,’ was the dog-musher’s judgment. Scott turned from Beauty Smith. ‘Did you hear, Mr. Beast? I’m going to take your dog from you, and I’m going to give you a hundred and fifty for him.’ He opened his pocketbook and counted out the bills. Beauty Smith put his hands behind his back, refusing to touch the proffered money. ‘I ain’t a-sellin’,’ he said. ‘Oh, yes you are,’ the other assured him. ‘Because I’m buying. Here’s your money. The dog’s mine.’ Beauty Smith, his hands still behind him, began to back away. Scott sprang toward him, drawing his fist back to strike. Beauty Smith cowered down in anticipation of the blow. ‘I’ve got my rights,’ he whimpered. ‘You’ve forfeited your rights to own that dog,’ was the rejoinder. ‘Are you going to take the money? or do I have to hit you again?’ ‘All right,’ Beauty Smith spoke up with the alacrity of fear. ‘But I take the money under protest,’ he added. ‘The dog’s a mint. I ain’t a-goin’ to be robbed. A man’s got his rights.’ ‘Correct,’ Scott answered, passing the money over to him. ‘A man’s got his rights. But you’re not a man. You’re a beast.’ ‘Wait till I get back to Dawson,’ Beauty Smith threatened. ‘I’ll have the law on you.’ ‘If you open your mouth when you get back to Dawson, I’ll have you run out of town. Understand?’ Beauty Smith replied with a grunt. ‘Understand?’ the other man thundered with abrupt fierceness. ‘Yes,’ Beauty Smith grunted, shrinking away. ‘Yes, what?’ ‘Yes, sir.’ Beauty Smith snarled. ‘Look out! He’ll bite!’ someone shouted, and a guffaw of laughter went up.
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Table Of Contents PART ONE CHAPTER
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PART ONE CHAPTER ONE The Trail of t
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7 At the fall of darkness they swun
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9 the snow before supper. Henry gru
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CHAPTER TWO. The She-wolf. 11 BREAK
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13 they will,’ Bill affirmed. ‘
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15 It was dark, and he could not se
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17 merciless wistfulness of hunger.
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CHAPTER THREE. The Hunger Cry. 19 T
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21 He sat for a long while upon the
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23 repeatedly, now one at a time, n
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25 This howling now bothered him. H
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27 But there was another sound. Far
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29 might have fought, but even wooi
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31 mildness toward her, they were a
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33 One moonlight night, running thr
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35 rabbit. As he sank back with it
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37 almost a grunt, she curled her b
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39 never in his long life had porcu
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41 the big cat squalled with hurt a
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CHAPTER THREE. The Gray Cub. 43 HE
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45 toward the cave’s entrance, an
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CHAPTER FOUR. The Wall of the World
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49 Also, its appearance had changed
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51 his own cave-door on his first f
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53 He came down a shelving bank to
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55 of blood, and it was ever her pr
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57 and as he grew older he felt thi
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59 He began to accompany his mother
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PART THREE CHAPTER ONE. The Makers
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63 And then the cub saw his mother,
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65 Only a few seconds elapsed befor
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67 A moment later he was straying a
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69 buzzed unceasingly. Continually
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71 strong and dominant in his own n
Page 73 and 74: 73 respectful distance. White Fang
Page 75 and 76: 75 White Fang did not repeat his at
Page 77 and 78: CHAPTER THREE. The Outcast. 77 LIP-
Page 79 and 80: 79 nose serrulated by continuous sp
Page 81 and 82: CHAPTER FOUR. The Trail of the Gods
Page 83 and 84: 83 followed the river bank down the
Page 85 and 86: CHAPTER FIVE. The Covenant. 85 WHEN
Page 87 and 88: 87 from the pack had made the pack
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Page 91 and 92: 91 Beaver. One result of this was t
Page 93 and 94: 93 Baseek was surprised by the othe
Page 95 and 96: 95 without her. Her meaning was for
Page 97 and 98: 97 rabbit at a time when Gray Beave
Page 99 and 100: PART FOUR CHAPTER ONE. The Enemy of
Page 101 and 102: 101 But there was one lesson the do
Page 103 and 104: 103 thousands of gold-hunters were
Page 105 and 106: 105 savage vengeance on the offende
Page 107 and 108: CHAPTER TWO. The Mad God. 107 A SMA
Page 109 and 110: 109 menace, and hurt, and is hated
Page 111 and 112: 111 Beauty Smith tightened the thon
Page 113 and 114: 113 Gray Beaver looked on stolidly
Page 115 and 116: 115 eluding, and always leaping in
Page 117 and 118: 117 earth. No dog could make him lo
Page 119 and 120: 119 after White Fang. The display o
Page 121 and 122: 121 satisfaction. At such moments h
Page 123: 123 glaze, he knew beyond doubt tha
Page 127 and 128: CHAPTER FIVE. The Indomitable. 127
Page 129 and 130: 129 The dog-musher surveyed the str
Page 131 and 132: CHAPTER SIX. The Love-master. 131 A
Page 133 and 134: 133 He compromised. He snarled and
Page 135 and 136: 135 But this love did not come in a
Page 137 and 138: 137 never ran to meet his god. He w
Page 139 and 140: 139 quickly. He was awkward from se
Page 141 and 142: 141 White Fang, still wrought up an
Page 143 and 144: 143 The other glared at him in sudd
Page 145 and 146: 145 The other nodded, and asked,
Page 147 and 148: 147 ‘’Bout time you come,’ gr
Page 149 and 150: 149 desperate. He essayed another c
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Page 153 and 154: 153 from them. But after a time, he
Page 155 and 156: 155 blundering gods. All her suspic
Page 157 and 158: 157 neutrality must obtain. But the
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Page 161 and 162: 161 But nobody else ever romped wit
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Page 165 and 166: 165 marked his trail through the pr
Page 167 and 168: 167 and ceased. Then naught came up
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