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But
when
he
was
at
last
unearthed
,
and
Spitz
flew
at
him
to
punish
him
,
Buck
flew
,
with
equal
rage
,
in
between
.
So
unexpected
was
it
,
and
so
shrewdly
managed
,
that
Spitz
was
hurled
backward
and
off
his
feet
.
Pike
,
who
had
been
trembling
abjectly
,
took
heart
at
this
open
mutiny
,
and
sprang
upon
his
overthrown
leader
.
Buck
,
to
whom
fair
play
was
a
forgotten
code
,
likewise
sprang
upon
Spitz
.
But
Francois
,
chuckling
at
the
incident
while
unswerving
in
the
administration
of
justice
,
brought
his
lash
down
upon
Buck
with
all
his
might
.
This
failed
to
drive
Buck
from
his
prostrate
rival
,
and
the
butt
of
the
whip
was
brought
into
play
.
Half-stunned
by
the
blow
,
Buck
was
knocked
backward
and
the
lash
laid
upon
him
again
and
again
,
while
Spitz
soundly
punished
the
many
times
offending
Pike
.
In
the
days
that
followed
,
as
Dawson
grew
closer
and
closer
,
Buck
still
continued
to
interfere
between
Spitz
and
the
culprits
;
but
he
did
it
craftily
,
when
Francois
was
not
around
,
With
the
covert
mutiny
of
Buck
,
a
general
insubordination
sprang
up
and
increased
.
Dave
and
Sol-leks
were
unaffected
,
but
the
rest
of
the
team
went
from
bad
to
worse
.
Things
no
longer
went
right
.
There
was
continual
bickering
and
jangling
.
Trouble
was
always
afoot
,
and
at
the
bottom
of
it
was
Buck
.
He
kept
Francois
busy
,
for
the
dog-driver
was
in
constant
apprehension
of
the
life-and-death
struggle
between
the
two
which
he
knew
must
take
place
sooner
or
later
;
and
on
more
than
one
night
the
sounds
of
quarrelling
and
strife
among
the
other
dogs
turned
him
out
of
his
sleeping
robe
,
fearful
that
Buck
and
Spitz
were
at
it
.
But
the
opportunity
did
not
present
itself
,
and
they
pulled
into
Dawson
one
dreary
afternoon
with
the
great
fight
still
to
come
.
Here
were
many
men
,
and
countless
dogs
,
and
Buck
found
them
all
at
work
.
It
seemed
the
ordained
order
of
things
that
dogs
should
work
.
All
day
they
swung
up
and
down
the
main
street
in
long
teams
,
and
in
the
night
their
jingling
bells
still
went
by
.
They
hauled
cabin
logs
and
firewood
,
freighted
up
to
the
mines
,
and
did
all
manner
of
work
that
horses
did
in
the
Santa
Clara
Valley
.
Here
and
there
Buck
met
Southland
dogs
,
but
in
the
main
they
were
the
wild
wolf
husky
breed
.
Every
night
,
regularly
,
at
nine
,
at
twelve
,
at
three
,
they
lifted
a
nocturnal
song
,
a
weird
and
eerie
chant
,
in
which
it
was
Buck
's
delight
to
join
.
With
the
aurora
borealis
flaming
coldly
overhead
,
or
the
stars
leaping
in
the
frost
dance
,
and
the
land
numb
and
frozen
under
its
pall
of
snow
,
this
song
of
the
huskies
might
have
been
the
defiance
of
life
,
only
it
was
pitched
in
minor
key
,
with
long-drawn
wailings
and
half-sobs
,
and
was
more
the
pleading
of
life
,
the
articulate
travail
of
existence
.
It
was
an
old
song
,
old
as
the
breed
itself
--
one
of
the
first
songs
of
the
younger
world
in
a
day
when
songs
were
sad
.
It
was
invested
with
the
woe
of
unnumbered
generations
,
this
plaint
by
which
Buck
was
so
strangely
stirred
.
When
he
moaned
and
sobbed
,
it
was
with
the
pain
of
living
that
was
of
old
the
pain
of
his
wild
fathers
,
and
the
fear
and
mystery
of
the
cold
and
dark
that
was
to
them
fear
and
mystery
.
And
that
he
should
be
stirred
by
it
marked
the
completeness
with
which
he
harked
back
through
the
ages
of
fire
and
roof
to
the
raw
beginnings
of
life
in
the
howling
ages
.
Seven
days
from
the
time
they
pulled
into
Dawson
,
they
dropped
down
the
steep
bank
by
the
Barracks
to
the
Yukon
Trail
,
and
pulled
for
Dyea
and
Salt
Water
.
Perrault
was
carrying
despatches
if
anything
more
urgent
than
those
he
had
brought
in
;
also
,
the
travel
pride
had
gripped
him
,
and
he
purposed
to
make
the
record
trip
of
the
year
.
Several
things
favored
him
in
this
.
The
week
's
rest
had
recuperated
the
dogs
and
put
them
in
thorough
trim
.
The
trail
they
had
broken
into
the
country
was
packed
hard
by
later
journeyers
.
And
further
,
the
police
had
arranged
in
two
or
three
places
deposits
of
grub
for
dog
and
man
,
and
he
was
travelling
light
.
They
made
Sixty
Mile
,
which
is
a
fifty-mile
run
,
on
the
first
day
;
and
the
second
day
saw
them
booming
up
the
Yukon
well
on
their
way
to
Pelly
.
But
such
splendid
running
was
achieved
not
without
great
trouble
and
vexation
on
the
part
of
Francois
.
The
insidious
revolt
led
by
Buck
had
destroyed
the
solidarity
of
the
team
.
It
no
longer
was
as
one
dog
leaping
in
the
traces
.
The
encouragement
Buck
gave
the
rebels
led
them
into
all
kinds
of
petty
misdemeanors
.
No
more
was
Spitz
a
leader
greatly
to
be
feared
.
The
old
awe
departed
,
and
they
grew
equal
to
challenging
his
authority
.
Pike
robbed
him
of
half
a
fish
one
night
,
and
gulped
it
down
under
the
protection
of
Buck
.
Another
night
Dub
and
Joe
fought
Spitz
and
made
him
forego
the
punishment
they
deserved
.
And
even
Billee
,
the
good-natured
,
was
less
good-natured
,
and
whined
not
half
so
placatingly
as
in
former
days
.
Buck
never
came
near
Spitz
without
snarling
and
bristling
menacingly
.
In
fact
,
his
conduct
approached
that
of
a
bully
,
and
he
was
given
to
swaggering
up
and
down
before
Spitz
's
very
nose
.
The
breaking
down
of
discipline
likewise
affected
the
dogs
in
their
relations
with
one
another
.
They
quarrelled
and
bickered
more
than
ever
among
themselves
,
till
at
times
the
camp
was
a
howling
bedlam
.
Dave
and
Sol-leks
alone
were
unaltered
,
though
they
were
made
irritable
by
the
unending
squabbling
.
Francois
swore
strange
barbarous
oaths
,
and
stamped
the
snow
in
futile
rage
,
and
tore
his
hair
.
His
lash
was
always
singing
among
the
dogs
,
but
it
was
of
small
avail
.
Directly
his
back
was
turned
they
were
at
it
again
.
He
backed
up
Spitz
with
his
whip
,
while
Buck
backed
up
the
remainder
of
the
team
.
Francois
knew
he
was
behind
all
the
trouble
,
and
Buck
knew
he
knew
;
but
Buck
was
too
clever
ever
again
to
be
caught
red-handed
.
