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Thornton
shook
his
head
and
stepped
to
Buck
's
side
.
"
You
must
stand
off
from
him
,
"
Matthewson
protested
.
"
Free
play
and
plenty
of
room
.
"
The
crowd
fell
silent
;
only
could
be
heard
the
voices
of
the
gamblers
vainly
offering
two
to
one
.
Everybody
acknowledged
Buck
a
magnificent
animal
,
but
twenty
fifty-pound
sacks
of
flour
bulked
too
large
in
their
eyes
for
them
to
loosen
their
pouch-strings
.
Thornton
knelt
down
by
Buck
's
side
.
He
took
his
head
in
his
two
hands
and
rested
cheek
on
cheek
.
He
did
not
playfully
shake
him
,
as
was
his
wont
,
or
murmur
soft
love
curses
;
but
he
whispered
in
his
ear
.
"
As
you
love
me
,
Buck
.
As
you
love
me
,
"
was
what
he
whispered
.
Buck
whined
with
suppressed
eagerness
.
The
crowd
was
watching
curiously
.
The
affair
was
growing
mysterious
.
It
seemed
like
a
conjuration
.
As
Thornton
got
to
his
feet
,
Buck
seized
his
mittened
hand
between
his
jaws
,
pressing
in
with
his
teeth
and
releasing
slowly
,
half-reluctantly
.
It
was
the
answer
,
in
terms
,
not
of
speech
,
but
of
love
.
Thornton
stepped
well
back
.
"
Now
,
Buck
,
"
he
said
.
Buck
tightened
the
traces
,
then
slacked
them
for
a
matter
of
several
inches
.
It
was
the
way
he
had
learned
.
"
Gee
!
"
Thornton
's
voice
rang
out
,
sharp
in
the
tense
silence
.
Buck
swung
to
the
right
,
ending
the
movement
in
a
plunge
that
took
up
the
slack
and
with
a
sudden
jerk
arrested
his
one
hundred
and
fifty
pounds
.
The
load
quivered
,
and
from
under
the
runners
arose
a
crisp
crackling
.
"
Haw
!
"
Thornton
commanded
.
