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As
Buck
watched
them
,
Thornton
knelt
beside
him
and
with
rough
,
kindly
hands
searched
for
broken
bones
.
By
the
time
his
search
had
disclosed
nothing
more
than
many
bruises
and
a
state
of
terrible
starvation
,
the
sled
was
a
quarter
of
a
mile
away
.
Dog
and
man
watched
it
crawling
along
over
the
ice
.
Suddenly
,
they
saw
its
back
end
drop
down
,
as
into
a
rut
,
and
the
gee-pole
,
with
Hal
clinging
to
it
,
jerk
into
the
air
.
Mercedes
's
scream
came
to
their
ears
.
They
saw
Charles
turn
and
make
one
step
to
run
back
,
and
then
a
whole
section
of
ice
give
way
and
dogs
and
humans
disappear
.
A
yawning
hole
was
all
that
was
to
be
seen
.
The
bottom
had
dropped
out
of
the
trail
.
John
Thornton
and
Buck
looked
at
each
other
.
"
You
poor
devil
,
"
said
John
Thornton
,
and
Buck
licked
his
hand
.
When
John
Thornton
froze
his
feet
in
the
previous
December
his
partners
had
made
him
comfortable
and
left
him
to
get
well
,
going
on
themselves
up
the
river
to
get
out
a
raft
of
saw-logs
for
Dawson
.
He
was
still
limping
slightly
at
the
time
he
rescued
Buck
,
but
with
the
continued
warm
weather
even
the
slight
limp
left
him
.
And
here
,
lying
by
the
river
bank
through
the
long
spring
days
,
watching
the
running
water
,
listening
lazily
to
the
songs
of
birds
and
the
hum
of
nature
,
Buck
slowly
won
back
his
strength
.
A
rest
comes
very
good
after
one
has
travelled
three
thousand
miles
,
and
it
must
be
confessed
that
Buck
waxed
lazy
as
his
wounds
healed
,
his
muscles
swelled
out
,
and
the
flesh
came
back
to
cover
his
bones
.
For
that
matter
,
they
were
all
loafing
--
Buck
,
John
Thornton
,
and
Skeet
and
Nig
--
waiting
for
the
raft
to
come
that
was
to
carry
them
down
to
Dawson
.
Skeet
was
a
little
Irish
setter
who
early
made
friends
with
Buck
,
who
,
in
a
dying
condition
,
was
unable
to
resent
her
first
advances
.
She
had
the
doctor
trait
which
some
dogs
possess
;
and
as
a
mother
cat
washes
her
kittens
,
so
she
washed
and
cleansed
Buck
's
wounds
.
Regularly
,
each
morning
after
he
had
finished
his
breakfast
,
she
performed
her
self-appointed
task
,
till
he
came
to
look
for
her
ministrations
as
much
as
he
did
for
Thornton
's
.
Nig
,
equally
friendly
,
though
less
demonstrative
,
was
a
huge
black
dog
,
half
bloodhound
and
half
deerhound
,
with
eyes
that
laughed
and
a
boundless
good
nature
.
To
Buck
's
surprise
these
dogs
manifested
no
jealousy
toward
him
.
They
seemed
to
share
the
kindliness
and
largeness
of
John
Thornton
.
As
Buck
grew
stronger
they
enticed
him
into
all
sorts
of
ridiculous
games
,
in
which
Thornton
himself
could
not
forbear
to
join
;
and
in
this
fashion
Buck
romped
through
his
convalescence
and
into
a
new
existence
.
Love
,
genuine
passionate
love
,
was
his
for
the
first
time
.
This
he
had
never
experienced
at
Judge
Miller
's
down
in
the
sun-kissed
Santa
Clara
Valley
.
With
the
Judge
's
sons
,
hunting
and
tramping
,
it
had
been
a
working
partnership
;
with
the
Judge
's
grandsons
,
a
sort
of
pompous
guardianship
;
and
with
the
Judge
himself
,
a
stately
and
dignified
friendship
.
But
love
that
was
feverish
and
burning
,
that
was
adoration
,
that
was
madness
,
it
had
taken
John
Thornton
to
arouse
.
This
man
had
saved
his
life
,
which
was
something
;
but
,
further
,
he
was
the
ideal
master
.
Other
men
saw
to
the
welfare
of
their
dogs
from
a
sense
of
duty
and
business
expediency
;
he
saw
to
the
welfare
of
his
as
if
they
were
his
own
children
,
because
he
could
not
help
it
.
And
he
saw
further
.
He
never
forgot
a
kindly
greeting
or
a
cheering
word
,
and
to
sit
down
for
a
long
talk
with
them
(
"
gas
"
he
called
it
)
was
as
much
his
delight
as
theirs
.
He
had
a
way
of
taking
Buck
's
head
roughly
between
his
hands
,
and
resting
his
own
head
upon
Buck
's
,
of
shaking
him
back
and
forth
,
the
while
calling
him
ill
names
that
to
Buck
were
love
names
.
Buck
knew
no
greater
joy
than
that
rough
embrace
and
the
sound
of
murmured
oaths
,
and
at
each
jerk
back
and
forth
it
seemed
that
his
heart
would
be
shaken
out
of
his
body
so
great
was
its
ecstasy
.
And
when
,
released
,
he
sprang
to
his
feet
,
his
mouth
laughing
,
his
eyes
eloquent
,
his
throat
vibrant
with
unuttered
sound
,
and
in
that
fashion
remained
without
movement
,
John
Thornton
would
reverently
exclaim
,
"
God
!
you
can
all
but
speak
!
"
Buck
had
a
trick
of
love
expression
that
was
akin
to
hurt
.
He
would
often
seize
Thornton
's
hand
in
his
mouth
and
close
so
fiercely
that
the
flesh
bore
the
impress
of
his
teeth
for
some
time
afterward
.
And
as
Buck
understood
the
oaths
to
be
love
words
,
so
the
man
understood
this
feigned
bite
for
a
caress
.
