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"
Eh
?
eh
?
"
Francois
cried
,
slapping
his
thighs
gleefully
.
"
Look
at
dat
Buck
.
Heem
keel
dat
Spitz
,
heem
t
'
ink
to
take
de
job
.
"
"
Go
'
way
,
Chook
!
"
he
cried
,
but
Buck
refused
to
budge
.
He
took
Buck
by
the
scruff
of
the
neck
,
and
though
the
dog
growled
threateningly
,
dragged
him
to
one
side
and
replaced
Sol-leks
.
The
old
dog
did
not
like
it
,
and
showed
plainly
that
he
was
afraid
of
Buck
.
Francois
was
obdurate
,
but
when
he
turned
his
back
Buck
again
displaced
Sol-leks
,
who
was
not
at
all
unwilling
to
go
.
Francois
was
angry
.
"
Now
,
by
Gar
,
I
feex
you
!
"
he
cried
,
coming
back
with
a
heavy
club
in
his
hand
.
Buck
remembered
the
man
in
the
red
sweater
,
and
retreated
slowly
;
nor
did
he
attempt
to
charge
in
when
Sol-leks
was
once
more
brought
forward
.
But
he
circled
just
beyond
the
range
of
the
club
,
snarling
with
bitterness
and
rage
;
and
while
he
circled
he
watched
the
club
so
as
to
dodge
it
if
thrown
by
Francois
,
for
he
was
become
wise
in
the
way
of
clubs
.
The
driver
went
about
his
work
,
and
he
called
to
Buck
when
he
was
ready
to
put
him
in
his
old
place
in
front
of
Dave
.
Buck
retreated
two
or
three
steps
.
Francois
followed
him
up
,
whereupon
he
again
retreated
.
After
some
time
of
this
,
Francois
threw
down
the
club
,
thinking
that
Buck
feared
a
thrashing
.
But
Buck
was
in
open
revolt
.
He
wanted
,
not
to
escape
a
clubbing
,
but
to
have
the
leadership
.
It
was
his
by
right
.
He
had
earned
it
,
and
he
would
not
be
content
with
less
.
Perrault
took
a
hand
.
Between
them
they
ran
him
about
for
the
better
part
of
an
hour
.
They
threw
clubs
at
him
.
He
dodged
.
They
cursed
him
,
and
his
fathers
and
mothers
before
him
,
and
all
his
seed
to
come
after
him
down
to
the
remotest
generation
,
and
every
hair
on
his
body
and
drop
of
blood
in
his
veins
;
and
he
answered
curse
with
snarl
and
kept
out
of
their
reach
.
He
did
not
try
to
run
away
,
but
retreated
around
and
around
the
camp
,
advertising
plainly
that
when
his
desire
was
met
,
he
would
come
in
and
be
good
.
Francois
sat
down
and
scratched
his
head
.
Perrault
looked
at
his
watch
and
swore
.
Time
was
flying
,
and
they
should
have
been
on
the
trail
an
hour
gone
.
Francois
scratched
his
head
again
.
He
shook
it
and
grinned
sheepishly
at
the
courier
,
who
shrugged
his
shoulders
in
sign
that
they
were
beaten
.
Then
Francois
went
up
to
where
Sol-leks
stood
and
called
to
Buck
.
Buck
laughed
,
as
dogs
laugh
,
yet
kept
his
distance
.
Francois
unfastened
Sol-leks
's
traces
and
put
him
back
in
his
old
place
.
The
team
stood
harnessed
to
the
sled
in
an
unbroken
line
,
ready
for
the
trail
.
There
was
no
place
for
Buck
save
at
the
front
.
Once
more
Francois
called
,
and
once
more
Buck
laughed
and
kept
away
.
"
T'row
down
de
club
,
"
Perrault
commanded
.
Francois
complied
,
whereupon
Buck
trotted
in
,
laughing
triumphantly
,
and
swung
around
into
position
at
the
head
of
the
team
.
His
traces
were
fastened
,
the
sled
broken
out
,
and
with
both
men
running
they
dashed
out
on
to
the
river
trail
.
