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126 Some of the men were already departing; others stood in groups, looking on and talking. Tim Keenan joined one of the groups. ‘Who’s that mug?’ he asked. ‘Weedon Scott,’ someone answered. ‘And who in hell is Weedon Scott?’ the faro-dealer demanded. ‘Oh, one of them crack-a-<strong>jack</strong> mining experts. He’s in with all the big bugs. If you want to keep out of trouble, you’ll steer clear of him, that’s my talk. He’s all hunky with the officials. The Gold Commissioner’s a special pal of his.’ ‘I thought he must be somebody,’ was the faro-dealer’s comment. ‘That’s why I kept my hands offen him at the start.’
CHAPTER FIVE. The Indomitable. 127 ‘IT’S HOPELESS,’ WEEDON Scott confessed. He sat on the step of his cabin and stared at the dog-musher, who responded with a shrug that was equally hopeless. Together they looked at White Fang at the end of his stretched chain, bristling, snarling, ferocious, straining to get at the sleddogs. Having received sundry lessons from Matt, said lessons being imparted by means of a club, the sled-dogs had learned to leave White Fang alone, and even when they were lying down at a distance, apparently oblivious of his existence. ‘It’s a wolf and there’s no taming it,’ Weedon Scott announced. ‘Oh, I don’t know about that,’ Matt objected. ‘Might be a lot of dog in ‘m for all you can tell. But there’s one thing I know sure, an’ that there’s no gettin’ away from.’ The dog-musher paused and nodded his head confidently at Moosehide Mountain. ‘Well, don’t be a miser with what you know,’ Scott said sharply, after waiting a suitable length of time. ‘Spit it out. What is it?’ The dog-musher indicated White Fang with a backward thrust of his thumb. ‘Wolf or dog, it’s all the same- he’s been tamed a’ready.’ ‘No!’ ‘I tell you yes, an’ broke to harness. Look close there. D’ye see them marks across the chest?’ ‘You’re right, Matt. He was a sled-dog before Beauty Smith got hold of him.’ ‘An’ there’s not much reason against his bein’ a sled-dog again.’ ‘What d’ye think?’ Scott queried eagerly. Then the hope died down as he added, shaking his head, ‘We’ve had him two weeks now, and if anything, he’s wilder than ever at the present moment.’ ‘Give ‘m a chance,’ Matt counseled. ‘Turn ‘m loose for a spell.’ The other looked at him incredulously. ‘Yes,’ Matt went on, ‘I know you’ve tried to, but you didn’t take a club.’ ‘You try it then.’ The dog-musher secured a club and went over to the chained animal. White Fang watched the club after the manner of a caged lion watching the whip of its trainer. ‘See ‘m keep his eye on that club,’ Matt said. ‘That’s a good sign. He’s no fool. Don’t dast tackle me so long as I got that club handy. He’s not clean crazy, sure.’ As the man’s hand approached the neck, White Fang bristled and snarled and crouched down. But while he eyed the approaching hand, he at the same time contrived to keep track of the club in the other hand, suspended threateningly above him. Matt unsnapped the chain from the collar and stepped back.
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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
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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-
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Page 81 and 82: CHAPTER FOUR. The Trail of the Gods
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Page 85 and 86: CHAPTER FIVE. The Covenant. 85 WHEN
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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
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Page 101 and 102: 101 But there was one lesson the do
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Page 107 and 108: CHAPTER TWO. The Mad God. 107 A SMA
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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 and 124: 123 glaze, he knew beyond doubt tha
Page 125: 125 closed, and the surface of them
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,
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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
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Page 157 and 158: 157 neutrality must obtain. But the
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