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They
stopped
by
a
running
stream
to
drink
,
and
,
stopping
,
Buck
remembered
John
Thornton
.
He
sat
down
.
The
wolf
started
on
toward
the
place
from
where
the
call
surely
came
,
then
returned
to
him
,
sniffing
noses
and
making
actions
as
though
to
encourage
him
.
But
Buck
turned
about
and
started
slowly
on
the
back
track
.
For
the
better
part
of
an
hour
the
wild
brother
ran
by
his
side
,
whining
softly
.
Then
he
sat
down
,
pointed
his
nose
upward
,
and
howled
.
It
was
a
mournful
howl
,
and
as
Buck
held
steadily
on
his
way
he
heard
it
grow
faint
and
fainter
until
it
was
lost
in
the
distance
.
John
Thornton
was
eating
dinner
when
Buck
dashed
into
camp
and
sprang
upon
him
in
a
frenzy
of
affection
,
overturning
him
,
scrambling
upon
him
,
licking
his
face
,
biting
his
hand
--
"
playing
the
general
tom-fool
,
"
as
John
Thornton
characterized
it
,
the
while
he
shook
Buck
back
and
forth
and
cursed
him
lovingly
.
For
two
days
and
nights
Buck
never
left
camp
,
never
let
Thornton
out
of
his
sight
.
He
followed
him
about
at
his
work
,
watched
him
while
he
ate
,
saw
him
into
his
blankets
at
night
and
out
of
them
in
the
morning
.
But
after
two
days
the
call
in
the
forest
began
to
sound
more
imperiously
than
ever
.
Buck
's
restlessness
came
back
on
him
,
and
he
was
haunted
by
recollections
of
the
wild
brother
,
and
of
the
smiling
land
beyond
the
divide
and
the
run
side
by
side
through
the
wide
forest
stretches
.
Once
again
he
took
to
wandering
in
the
woods
,
but
the
wild
brother
came
no
more
;
and
though
he
listened
through
long
vigils
,
the
mournful
howl
was
never
raised
.
He
began
to
sleep
out
at
night
,
staying
away
from
camp
for
days
at
a
time
;
and
once
he
crossed
the
divide
at
the
head
of
the
creek
and
went
down
into
the
land
of
timber
and
streams
.
There
he
wandered
for
a
week
,
seeking
vainly
for
fresh
sign
of
the
wild
brother
,
killing
his
meat
as
he
travelled
and
travelling
with
the
long
,
easy
lope
that
seems
never
to
tire
.
He
fished
for
salmon
in
a
broad
stream
that
emptied
somewhere
into
the
sea
,
and
by
this
stream
he
killed
a
large
black
bear
,
blinded
by
the
mosquitoes
while
likewise
fishing
,
and
raging
through
the
forest
helpless
and
terrible
.
Even
so
,
it
was
a
hard
fight
,
and
it
aroused
the
last
latent
remnants
of
Buck
's
ferocity
.
And
two
days
later
,
when
he
returned
to
his
kill
and
found
a
dozen
wolverenes
quarrelling
over
the
spoil
,
he
scattered
them
like
chaff
;
and
those
that
fled
left
two
behind
who
would
quarrel
no
more
.
The
blood-longing
became
stronger
than
ever
before
.
He
was
a
killer
,
a
thing
that
preyed
,
living
on
the
things
that
lived
,
unaided
,
alone
,
by
virtue
of
his
own
strength
and
prowess
,
surviving
triumphantly
in
a
hostile
environment
where
only
the
strong
survived
.
Because
of
all
this
he
became
possessed
of
a
great
pride
in
himself
,
which
communicated
itself
like
a
contagion
to
his
physical
being
.
It
advertised
itself
in
all
his
movements
,
was
apparent
in
the
play
of
every
muscle
,
spoke
plainly
as
speech
in
the
way
he
carried
himself
,
and
made
his
glorious
furry
coat
if
anything
more
glorious
.
But
for
the
stray
brown
on
his
muzzle
and
above
his
eyes
,
and
for
the
splash
of
white
hair
that
ran
midmost
down
his
chest
,
he
might
well
have
been
mistaken
for
a
gigantic
wolf
,
larger
than
the
largest
of
the
breed
.
From
his
St.
Bernard
father
he
had
inherited
size
and
weight
,
but
it
was
his
shepherd
mother
who
had
given
shape
to
that
size
and
weight
.
His
muzzle
was
the
long
wolf
muzzle
,
save
that
it
was
larger
than
the
muzzle
of
any
wolf
;
and
his
head
,
somewhat
broader
,
was
the
wolf
head
on
a
massive
scale
.
His
cunning
was
wolf
cunning
,
and
wild
cunning
;
his
intelligence
,
shepherd
intelligence
and
St.
Bernard
intelligence
;
and
all
this
,
plus
an
experience
gained
in
the
fiercest
of
schools
,
made
him
as
formidable
a
creature
as
any
that
roamed
the
wild
.
A
carnivorous
animal
living
on
a
straight
meat
diet
,
he
was
in
full
flower
,
at
the
high
tide
of
his
life
,
overspilling
with
vigor
and
virility
.
When
Thornton
passed
a
caressing
hand
along
his
back
,
a
snapping
and
crackling
followed
the
hand
,
each
hair
discharging
its
pent
magnetism
at
the
contact
.
Every
part
,
brain
and
body
,
nerve
tissue
and
fibre
,
was
keyed
to
the
most
exquisite
pitch
;
and
between
all
the
parts
there
was
a
perfect
equilibrium
or
adjustment
.
To
sights
and
sounds
and
events
which
required
action
,
he
responded
with
lightning-like
rapidity
.
Quickly
as
a
husky
dog
could
leap
to
defend
from
attack
or
to
attack
,
he
could
leap
twice
as
quickly
.
He
saw
the
movement
,
or
heard
sound
,
and
responded
in
less
time
than
another
dog
required
to
compass
the
mere
seeing
or
hearing
.
He
perceived
and
determined
and
responded
in
the
same
instant
.
In
point
of
fact
the
three
actions
of
perceiving
,
determining
,
and
responding
were
sequential
;
but
so
infinitesimal
were
the
intervals
of
time
between
them
that
they
appeared
simultaneous
.
His
muscles
were
surcharged
with
vitality
,
and
snapped
into
play
sharply
,
like
steel
springs
.
Life
streamed
through
him
in
splendid
flood
,
glad
and
rampant
,
until
it
seemed
that
it
would
burst
him
asunder
in
sheer
ecstasy
and
pour
forth
generously
over
the
world
.
"
Never
was
there
such
a
dog
,
"
said
John
Thornton
one
day
,
as
the
partners
watched
Buck
marching
out
of
camp
.
