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"
He
's
no
slouch
at
dog-breakin
'
,
that
's
wot
I
say
,
"
one
of
the
men
on
the
wall
cried
enthusiastically
.
"
Druther
break
cayuses
any
day
,
and
twice
on
Sundays
,
"
was
the
reply
of
the
driver
,
as
he
climbed
on
the
wagon
and
started
the
horses
.
Buck
's
senses
came
back
to
him
,
but
not
his
strength
.
He
lay
where
he
had
fallen
,
and
from
there
he
watched
the
man
in
the
red
sweater
.
"
'
Answers
to
the
name
of
Buck
,
'
"
the
man
soliloquized
,
quoting
from
the
saloon-keeper
's
letter
which
had
announced
the
consignment
of
the
crate
and
contents
.
"
Well
,
Buck
,
my
boy
,
"
he
went
on
in
a
genial
voice
,
"
we
've
had
our
little
ruction
,
and
the
best
thing
we
can
do
is
to
let
it
go
at
that
.
You
've
learned
your
place
,
and
I
know
mine
.
Be
a
good
dog
and
all
'
ll
go
well
and
the
goose
hang
high
.
Be
a
bad
dog
,
and
I
'll
whale
the
stuffin
'
outa
you
.
Understand
?
"
As
he
spoke
he
fearlessly
patted
the
head
he
had
so
mercilessly
pounded
,
and
though
Buck
's
hair
involuntarily
bristled
at
touch
of
the
hand
,
he
endured
it
without
protest
.
When
the
man
brought
him
water
he
drank
eagerly
,
and
later
bolted
a
generous
meal
of
raw
meat
,
chunk
by
chunk
,
from
the
man
's
hand
.
He
was
beaten
(
he
knew
that
)
;
but
he
was
not
broken
.
He
saw
,
once
for
all
,
that
he
stood
no
chance
against
a
man
with
a
club
.
He
had
learned
the
lesson
,
and
in
all
his
after
life
he
never
forgot
it
.
That
club
was
a
revelation
.
It
was
his
introduction
to
the
reign
of
primitive
law
,
and
he
met
the
introduction
halfway
.
The
facts
of
life
took
on
a
fiercer
aspect
;
and
while
he
faced
that
aspect
uncowed
,
he
faced
it
with
all
the
latent
cunning
of
his
nature
aroused
.
As
the
days
went
by
,
other
dogs
came
,
in
crates
and
at
the
ends
of
ropes
,
some
docilely
,
and
some
raging
and
roaring
as
he
had
come
;
and
,
one
and
all
,
he
watched
them
pass
under
the
dominion
of
the
man
in
the
red
sweater
.
Again
and
again
,
as
he
looked
at
each
brutal
performance
,
the
lesson
was
driven
home
to
Buck
:
a
man
with
a
club
was
a
lawgiver
,
a
master
to
be
obeyed
,
though
not
necessarily
conciliated
.
Of
this
last
Buck
was
never
guilty
,
though
he
did
see
beaten
dogs
that
fawned
upon
the
man
,
and
wagged
their
tails
,
and
licked
his
hand
.
Also
he
saw
one
dog
,
that
would
neither
conciliate
nor
obey
,
finally
killed
in
the
struggle
for
mastery
.
Now
and
again
men
came
,
strangers
,
who
talked
excitedly
,
wheedlingly
,
and
in
all
kinds
of
fashions
to
the
man
in
the
red
sweater
.
And
at
such
times
that
money
passed
between
them
the
strangers
took
one
or
more
of
the
dogs
away
with
them
.
Buck
wondered
where
they
went
,
for
they
never
came
back
;
but
the
fear
of
the
future
was
strong
upon
him
,
and
he
was
glad
each
time
when
he
was
not
selected
.
Yet
his
time
came
,
in
the
end
,
in
the
form
of
a
little
weazened
man
who
spat
broken
English
and
many
strange
and
uncouth
exclamations
which
Buck
could
not
understand
.
"
Sacredam
!
"
he
cried
,
when
his
eyes
lit
upon
Buck
.
"
Dat
one
dam
bully
dog
!
Eh
?
How
moch
?
"
