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But
the
team
did
not
get
up
at
the
command
.
It
had
long
since
passed
into
the
stage
where
blows
were
required
to
rouse
it
.
The
whip
flashed
out
,
here
and
there
,
on
its
merciless
errands
.
John
Thornton
compressed
his
lips
.
Sol-leks
was
the
first
to
crawl
to
his
feet
.
Teek
followed
.
Joe
came
next
,
yelping
with
pain
.
Pike
made
painful
efforts
.
Twice
he
fell
over
,
when
half
up
,
and
on
the
third
attempt
managed
to
rise
.
Buck
made
no
effort
.
He
lay
quietly
where
he
had
fallen
.
The
lash
bit
into
him
again
and
again
,
but
he
neither
whined
nor
struggled
.
Several
times
Thornton
started
,
as
though
to
speak
,
but
changed
his
mind
.
A
moisture
came
into
his
eyes
,
and
,
as
the
whipping
continued
,
he
arose
and
walked
irresolutely
up
and
down
.
This
was
the
first
time
Buck
had
failed
,
in
itself
a
sufficient
reason
to
drive
Hal
into
a
rage
.
He
exchanged
the
whip
for
the
customary
club
.
Buck
refused
to
move
under
the
rain
of
heavier
blows
which
now
fell
upon
him
.
Like
his
mates
,
he
was
barely
able
to
get
up
,
but
,
unlike
them
,
he
had
made
up
his
mind
not
to
get
up
.
He
had
a
vague
feeling
of
impending
doom
.
This
had
been
strong
upon
him
when
he
pulled
in
to
the
bank
,
and
it
had
not
departed
from
him
.
What
of
the
thin
and
rotten
ice
he
had
felt
under
his
feet
all
day
,
it
seemed
that
he
sensed
disaster
close
at
hand
,
out
there
ahead
on
the
ice
where
his
master
was
trying
to
drive
him
.
He
refused
to
stir
.
So
greatly
had
he
suffered
,
and
so
far
gone
was
he
,
that
the
blows
did
not
hurt
much
.
And
as
they
continued
to
fall
upon
him
,
the
spark
of
life
within
flickered
and
went
down
.
It
was
nearly
out
.
He
felt
strangely
numb
.
As
though
from
a
great
distance
,
he
was
aware
that
he
was
being
beaten
.
The
last
sensations
of
pain
left
him
.
He
no
longer
felt
anything
,
though
very
faintly
he
could
hear
the
impact
of
the
club
upon
his
body
.
But
it
was
no
longer
his
body
,
it
seemed
so
far
away
.
And
then
,
suddenly
,
without
warning
,
uttering
a
cry
that
was
inarticulate
and
more
like
the
cry
of
an
animal
,
John
Thornton
sprang
upon
the
man
who
wielded
the
club
.
Hal
was
hurled
backward
,
as
though
struck
by
a
falling
tree
.
Mercedes
screamed
.
Charles
looked
on
wistfully
,
wiped
his
watery
eyes
,
but
did
not
get
up
because
of
his
stiffness
.
John
Thornton
stood
over
Buck
,
struggling
to
control
himself
,
too
convulsed
with
rage
to
speak
.
"
If
you
strike
that
dog
again
,
I
'll
kill
you
,
"
he
at
last
managed
to
say
in
a
choking
voice
.
"
It
's
my
dog
,
"
Hal
replied
,
wiping
the
blood
from
his
mouth
as
he
came
back
.
"
Get
out
of
my
way
,
or
I
'll
fix
you
.
I
'm
going
to
Dawson
.
"
Thornton
stood
between
him
and
Buck
,
and
evinced
no
intention
of
getting
out
of
the
way
.
Hal
drew
his
long
hunting-knife
.
Mercedes
screamed
,
cried
,
laughed
,
and
manifested
the
chaotic
abandonment
of
hysteria
.
Thornton
rapped
Hal
's
knuckles
with
the
axe-handle
,
knocking
the
knife
to
the
ground
.
He
rapped
his
knuckles
again
as
he
tried
to
pick
it
up
.
Then
he
stooped
,
picked
it
up
himself
,
and
with
two
strokes
cut
Buck
's
traces
.
Hal
had
no
fight
left
in
him
.
Besides
,
his
hands
were
full
with
his
sister
,
or
his
arms
,
rather
;
while
Buck
was
too
near
dead
to
be
of
further
use
in
hauling
the
sled
.
A
few
minutes
later
they
pulled
out
from
the
bank
and
down
the
river
.
Buck
heard
them
go
and
raised
his
head
to
see
,
Pike
was
leading
,
Sol-leks
was
at
the
wheel
,
and
between
were
Joe
and
Teek
.
They
were
limping
and
staggering
.
Mercedes
was
riding
the
loaded
sled
.
Hal
guided
at
the
gee-pole
,
and
Charles
stumbled
along
in
the
rear
.
