1906 white fang jack london - pinkmonke - Pink Monkey
1906 white fang jack london - pinkmonke - Pink Monkey
1906 white fang jack london - pinkmonke - Pink Monkey
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93<br />
Baseek was surprised by the other’s temerity and swiftness of<br />
attack. He stood, gazing stupidly across at White Fang, the raw,<br />
red shin-bone between them.<br />
Baseek was old, and already he had come to know the increasing<br />
valor of the dogs it had been his wont to bully. Bitter experiences<br />
these, which, perforce, he swallowed, calling upon all his wisdom<br />
to cope with them. In the old days, he would have sprung upon<br />
White Fang in a fury of righteous wrath. But now his waning<br />
powers would not permit such a course. He bristled fiercely and<br />
looked ominously across the shin-bone at White Fang. And White<br />
Fang, resurrecting quite a deal of the old awe, seemed to wilt and<br />
to shrink in upon himself and grow small, as he cast about in his<br />
mind for a way to beat a retreat not too inglorious.<br />
And right here Baseek erred. Had he contented himself with<br />
looking fierce and ominous, all would have been well. White Fang,<br />
on the verge of retreat, would have retreated, leaving the meat to<br />
him. But Baseek did not wait. He considered the victory already<br />
his and stepped forward to the meat. As he bent his head carelessly<br />
to smell it, White Fang bristled slightly. Even then it was not too<br />
late for Baseek to retrieve the situation. Had he merely stood over<br />
the meat, head up and glowering, White Fang would ultimately<br />
have slunk away. But the fresh meat was strong in Baseek’s<br />
nostrils, and greed urged him to take a bite of it.<br />
This was too much for White Fang. Fresh upon his months of<br />
mastery over his own teammates, it was beyond his self-control to<br />
stand idly by while another devoured the meat that belonged to<br />
him. He struck, after his custom, without warning. With the first<br />
slash, Baseek’s right ear was ripped into ribbons. He was<br />
astounded at the suddenness of it. But more things, and most<br />
grievous ones, were happening with equal suddenness. He was<br />
knocked off his feet. His throat was bitten. While he was struggling<br />
to his feet the young dog sank teeth twice into his shoulder. The<br />
swiftness of it was bewildering. He made a futile rush at White<br />
Fang, clipping the empty air with an outraged snap. The next<br />
moment his nose was laid open and he was staggering backward<br />
away from the meat.<br />
The situation was now reversed. White Fang stood over the shinbone,<br />
bristling and menacing, while Baseek stood a little way off,<br />
preparing to retreat. He dared not risk a fight with this young<br />
lightning-flash, again he knew, and more bitterly, the enfeeblement<br />
of oncoming age. His attempt to maintain his dignity was heroic.<br />
Calmly turning his back upon young dog and shin-bone, as though<br />
both were beneath his notice and unworthy of consideration, he