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And
this
was
the
manner
of
dog
Buck
was
in
the
fall
of
1897
,
when
the
Klondike
strike
dragged
men
from
all
the
world
into
the
frozen
North
.
But
Buck
did
not
read
the
newspapers
,
and
he
did
not
know
that
Manuel
,
one
of
the
gardener
's
helpers
,
was
an
undesirable
acquaintance
.
Manuel
had
one
besetting
sin
.
He
loved
to
play
Chinese
lottery
.
Also
,
in
his
gambling
,
he
had
one
besetting
weakness
--
faith
in
a
system
;
and
this
made
his
damnation
certain
.
For
to
play
a
system
requires
money
,
while
the
wages
of
a
gardener
's
helper
do
not
lap
over
the
needs
of
a
wife
and
numerous
progeny
.
The
Judge
was
at
a
meeting
of
the
Raisin
Growers
'
Association
,
and
the
boys
were
busy
organizing
an
athletic
club
,
on
the
memorable
night
of
Manuel
's
treachery
.
No
one
saw
him
and
Buck
go
off
through
the
orchard
on
what
Buck
imagined
was
merely
a
stroll
.
And
with
the
exception
of
a
solitary
man
,
no
one
saw
them
arrive
at
the
little
flag
station
known
as
College
Park
.
This
man
talked
with
Manuel
,
and
money
chinked
between
them
.
"
You
might
wrap
up
the
goods
before
you
deliver
'
m
,
"
the
stranger
said
gruffly
,
and
Manuel
doubled
a
piece
of
stout
rope
around
Buck
's
neck
under
the
collar
.
"
Twist
it
,
an
'
you
'll
choke
'
m
plentee
,
"
said
Manuel
,
and
the
stranger
grunted
a
ready
affirmative
.
Buck
had
accepted
the
rope
with
quiet
dignity
.
To
be
sure
,
it
was
an
unwonted
performance
:
but
he
had
learned
to
trust
in
men
he
knew
,
and
to
give
them
credit
for
a
wisdom
that
outreached
his
own
.
But
when
the
ends
of
the
rope
were
placed
in
the
stranger
's
hands
,
he
growled
menacingly
.
He
had
merely
intimated
his
displeasure
,
in
his
pride
believing
that
to
intimate
was
to
command
.
But
to
his
surprise
the
rope
tightened
around
his
neck
,
shutting
off
his
breath
.
In
quick
rage
he
sprang
at
the
man
,
who
met
him
halfway
,
grappled
him
close
by
the
throat
,
and
with
a
deft
twist
threw
him
over
on
his
back
.
Then
the
rope
tightened
mercilessly
,
while
Buck
struggled
in
a
fury
,
his
tongue
lolling
out
of
his
mouth
and
his
great
chest
panting
futilely
.
Never
in
all
his
life
had
he
been
so
vilely
treated
,
and
never
in
all
his
life
had
he
been
so
angry
.
But
his
strength
ebbed
,
his
eyes
glazed
,
and
he
knew
nothing
when
the
train
was
flagged
and
the
two
men
threw
him
into
the
baggage
car
.
The
next
he
knew
,
he
was
dimly
aware
that
his
tongue
was
hurting
and
that
he
was
being
jolted
along
in
some
kind
of
a
conveyance
.
The
hoarse
shriek
of
a
locomotive
whistling
a
crossing
told
him
where
he
was
.
He
had
travelled
too
often
with
the
Judge
not
to
know
the
sensation
of
riding
in
a
baggage
car
.
He
opened
his
eyes
,
and
into
them
came
the
unbridled
anger
of
a
kidnapped
king
.
The
man
sprang
for
his
throat
,
but
Buck
was
too
quick
for
him
.
His
jaws
closed
on
the
hand
,
nor
did
they
relax
till
his
senses
were
choked
out
of
him
once
more
.
"
Yep
,
has
fits
,
"
the
man
said
,
hiding
his
mangled
hand
from
the
baggageman
,
who
had
been
attracted
by
the
sounds
of
struggle
.
"
I
'm
takin
'
'
m
up
for
the
boss
to
'
Frisco
.
A
crack
dog-doctor
there
thinks
that
he
can
cure
'
m.
"
Concerning
that
night
's
ride
,
the
man
spoke
most
eloquently
for
himself
,
in
a
little
shed
back
of
a
saloon
on
the
San
Francisco
water
front
.
"
All
I
get
is
fifty
for
it
,
"
he
grumbled
;
"
an
'
I
would
n't
do
it
over
for
a
thousand
,
cold
cash
.
"
His
hand
was
wrapped
in
a
bloody
handkerchief
,
and
the
right
trouser
leg
was
ripped
from
knee
to
ankle
.
