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In
vain
Buck
strove
to
sink
his
teeth
in
the
neck
of
the
big
white
dog
.
Wherever
his
fangs
struck
for
the
softer
flesh
,
they
were
countered
by
the
fangs
of
Spitz
.
Fang
clashed
fang
,
and
lips
were
cut
and
bleeding
,
but
Buck
could
not
penetrate
his
enemy
's
guard
.
Then
he
warmed
up
and
enveloped
Spitz
in
a
whirlwind
of
rushes
.
Time
and
time
again
he
tried
for
the
snow-white
throat
,
where
life
bubbled
near
to
the
surface
,
and
each
time
and
every
time
Spitz
slashed
him
and
got
away
.
Then
Buck
took
to
rushing
,
as
though
for
the
throat
,
when
,
suddenly
drawing
back
his
head
and
curving
in
from
the
side
,
he
would
drive
his
shoulder
at
the
shoulder
of
Spitz
,
as
a
ram
by
which
to
overthrow
him
.
But
instead
,
Buck
's
shoulder
was
slashed
down
each
time
as
Spitz
leaped
lightly
away
.
Spitz
was
untouched
,
while
Buck
was
streaming
with
blood
and
panting
hard
.
The
fight
was
growing
desperate
.
And
all
the
while
the
silent
and
wolfish
circle
waited
to
finish
off
whichever
dog
went
down
.
As
Buck
grew
winded
,
Spitz
took
to
rushing
,
and
he
kept
him
staggering
for
footing
.
Once
Buck
went
over
,
and
the
whole
circle
of
sixty
dogs
started
up
;
but
he
recovered
himself
,
almost
in
mid
air
,
and
the
circle
sank
down
again
and
waited
.
But
Buck
possessed
a
quality
that
made
for
greatness
--
imagination
.
He
fought
by
instinct
,
but
he
could
fight
by
head
as
well
.
He
rushed
,
as
though
attempting
the
old
shoulder
trick
,
but
at
the
last
instant
swept
low
to
the
snow
and
in
.
His
teeth
closed
on
Spitz
's
left
fore
leg
.
There
was
a
crunch
of
breaking
bone
,
and
the
white
dog
faced
him
on
three
legs
.
Thrice
he
tried
to
knock
him
over
,
then
repeated
the
trick
and
broke
the
right
fore
leg
.
Despite
the
pain
and
helplessness
,
Spitz
struggled
madly
to
keep
up
.
He
saw
the
silent
circle
,
with
gleaming
eyes
,
lolling
tongues
,
and
silvery
breaths
drifting
upward
,
closing
in
upon
him
as
he
had
seen
similar
circles
close
in
upon
beaten
antagonists
in
the
past
.
Only
this
time
he
was
the
one
who
was
beaten
.
There
was
no
hope
for
him
.
Buck
was
inexorable
.
Mercy
was
a
thing
reserved
for
gentler
climes
.
He
manoeuvred
for
the
final
rush
.
The
circle
had
tightened
till
he
could
feel
the
breaths
of
the
huskies
on
his
flanks
.
He
could
see
them
,
beyond
Spitz
and
to
either
side
,
half
crouching
for
the
spring
,
their
eyes
fixed
upon
him
.
A
pause
seemed
to
fall
.
Every
animal
was
motionless
as
though
turned
to
stone
.
Only
Spitz
quivered
and
bristled
as
he
staggered
back
and
forth
,
snarling
with
horrible
menace
,
as
though
to
frighten
off
impending
death
.
Then
Buck
sprang
in
and
out
;
but
while
he
was
in
,
shoulder
had
at
last
squarely
met
shoulder
.
The
dark
circle
became
a
dot
on
the
moon-flooded
snow
as
Spitz
disappeared
from
view
.
Buck
stood
and
looked
on
,
the
successful
champion
,
the
dominant
primordial
beast
who
had
made
his
kill
and
found
it
good
.
"
Eh
?
Wot
I
say
?
I
spik
true
w
'
en
I
say
dat
Buck
two
devils
.
"
This
was
Francois
's
speech
next
morning
when
he
discovered
Spitz
missing
and
Buck
covered
with
wounds
.
He
drew
him
to
the
fire
and
by
its
light
pointed
them
out
.
"
Dat
Spitz
fight
lak
hell
,
"
said
Perrault
,
as
he
surveyed
the
gaping
rips
and
cuts
.
"
An
'
dat
Buck
fight
lak
two
hells
,
"
was
Francois
's
answer
.
"
An
'
now
we
make
good
time
.
No
more
Spitz
,
no
more
trouble
,
sure
.
"
While
Perrault
packed
the
camp
outfit
and
loaded
the
sled
,
the
dog-driver
proceeded
to
harness
the
dogs
.
Buck
trotted
up
to
the
place
Spitz
would
have
occupied
as
leader
;
but
Francois
,
not
noticing
him
,
brought
Sol-leks
to
the
coveted
position
.
In
his
judgment
,
Sol-leks
was
the
best
lead-dog
left
.
Buck
sprang
upon
Sol-leks
in
a
fury
,
driving
him
back
and
standing
in
his
place
.
