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"
Three
hundred
,
and
a
present
at
that
,
"
was
the
prompt
reply
of
the
man
in
the
red
sweater
.
"
And
seem
'
it
's
government
money
,
you
ai
n't
got
no
kick
coming
,
eh
,
Perrault
?
"
Perrault
grinned
.
Considering
that
the
price
of
dogs
had
been
boomed
skyward
by
the
unwonted
demand
,
it
was
not
an
unfair
sum
for
so
fine
an
animal
.
The
Canadian
Government
would
be
no
loser
,
nor
would
its
despatches
travel
the
slower
.
Perrault
knew
dogs
,
and
when
he
looked
at
Buck
he
knew
that
he
was
one
in
a
thousand
--
"
One
in
ten
t
'
ousand
,
"
he
commented
mentally
.
Buck
saw
money
pass
between
them
,
and
was
not
surprised
when
Curly
,
a
good-natured
Newfoundland
,
and
he
were
led
away
by
the
little
weazened
man
.
That
was
the
last
he
saw
of
the
man
in
the
red
sweater
,
and
as
Curly
and
he
looked
at
receding
Seattle
from
the
deck
of
the
Narwhal
,
it
was
the
last
he
saw
of
the
warm
Southland
.
Curly
and
he
were
taken
below
by
Perrault
and
turned
over
to
a
black-faced
giant
called
Francois
.
Perrault
was
a
French
--
Canadian
,
and
swarthy
;
but
Francois
was
a
French
--
Canadian
half-breed
,
and
twice
as
swarthy
.
They
were
a
new
kind
of
men
to
Buck
(
of
which
he
was
destined
to
see
many
more
)
,
and
while
he
developed
no
affection
for
them
,
he
none
the
less
grew
honestly
to
respect
them
.
He
speedily
learned
that
Perrault
and
Francois
were
fair
men
,
calm
and
impartial
in
administering
justice
,
and
too
wise
in
the
way
of
dogs
to
be
fooled
by
dogs
.
In
the
'
tween-decks
of
the
Narwhal
,
Buck
and
Curly
joined
two
other
dogs
.
One
of
them
was
a
big
,
snow-white
fellow
from
Spitzbergen
who
had
been
brought
away
by
a
whaling
captain
,
and
who
had
later
accompanied
a
Geological
Survey
into
the
Barrens
.
He
was
friendly
,
in
a
treacherous
sort
of
way
,
smiling
into
one
's
face
the
while
he
meditated
some
underhand
trick
,
as
,
for
instance
,
when
he
stole
from
Buck
's
food
at
the
first
meal
.
As
Buck
sprang
to
punish
him
,
the
lash
of
Francois
's
whip
sang
through
the
air
,
reaching
the
culprit
first
;
and
nothing
remained
to
Buck
but
to
recover
the
bone
.
That
was
fair
of
Francois
,
he
decided
,
and
the
half-breed
began
his
rise
in
Buck
's
estimation
.
The
other
dog
made
no
advances
,
nor
received
any
;
also
,
he
did
not
attempt
to
steal
from
the
newcomers
.
He
was
a
gloomy
,
morose
fellow
,
and
he
showed
Curly
plainly
that
all
he
desired
was
to
be
left
alone
,
and
further
,
that
there
would
be
trouble
if
he
were
not
left
alone
.
"
Dave
"
he
was
called
,
and
he
ate
and
slept
,
or
yawned
between
times
,
and
took
interest
in
nothing
,
not
even
when
the
Narwhal
crossed
Queen
Charlotte
Sound
and
rolled
and
pitched
and
bucked
like
a
thing
possessed
.
When
Buck
and
Curly
grew
excited
,
half
wild
with
fear
,
he
raised
his
head
as
though
annoyed
,
favored
them
with
an
incurious
glance
,
yawned
,
and
went
to
sleep
again
.
Day
and
night
the
ship
throbbed
to
the
tireless
pulse
of
the
propeller
,
and
though
one
day
was
very
like
another
,
it
was
apparent
to
Buck
that
the
weather
was
steadily
growing
colder
.
At
last
,
one
morning
,
the
propeller
was
quiet
,
and
the
Narwhal
was
pervaded
with
an
atmosphere
of
excitement
.
He
felt
it
,
as
did
the
other
dogs
,
and
knew
that
a
change
was
at
hand
.
Francois
leashed
them
and
brought
them
on
deck
.
At
the
first
step
upon
the
cold
surface
,
Buck
's
feet
sank
into
a
white
mushy
something
very
like
mud
.
He
sprang
back
with
a
snort
.
More
of
this
white
stuff
was
falling
through
the
air
.
He
shook
himself
,
but
more
of
it
fell
upon
him
.
He
sniffed
it
curiously
,
then
licked
some
up
on
his
tongue
.
It
bit
like
fire
,
and
the
next
instant
was
gone
.
This
puzzled
him
.
He
tried
it
again
,
with
the
same
result
.
The
onlookers
laughed
uproariously
,
and
he
felt
ashamed
,
he
knew
not
why
,
for
it
was
his
first
snow
.
Buck
's
first
day
on
the
Dyea
beach
was
like
a
nightmare
.
Every
hour
was
filled
with
shock
and
surprise
.
He
had
been
suddenly
jerked
from
the
heart
of
civilization
and
flung
into
the
heart
of
things
primordial
.
No
lazy
,
sun-kissed
life
was
this
,
with
nothing
to
do
but
loaf
and
be
bored
.
Here
was
neither
peace
,
nor
rest
,
nor
a
moment
's
safety
.
All
was
confusion
and
action
,
and
every
moment
life
and
limb
were
in
peril
.
There
was
imperative
need
to
be
constantly
alert
;
for
these
dogs
and
men
were
not
town
dogs
and
men
.
They
were
savages
,
all
of
them
,
who
knew
no
law
but
the
law
of
club
and
fang
.
He
had
never
seen
dogs
fight
as
these
wolfish
creatures
fought
,
and
his
first
experience
taught
him
an
unforgetable
lesson
.
It
is
true
,
it
was
a
vicarious
experience
,
else
he
would
not
have
lived
to
profit
by
it
.
Curly
was
the
victim
.
They
were
camped
near
the
log
store
,
where
she
,
in
her
friendly
way
,
made
advances
to
a
husky
dog
the
size
of
a
full-grown
wolf
,
though
not
half
so
large
as
she
.
There
was
no
warning
,
only
a
leap
in
like
a
flash
,
a
metallic
clip
of
teeth
,
a
leap
out
equally
swift
,
and
Curly
's
face
was
ripped
open
from
eye
to
jaw
.
It
was
the
wolf
manner
of
fighting
,
to
strike
and
leap
away
;
but
there
was
more
to
it
than
this
.
Thirty
or
forty
huskies
ran
to
the
spot
and
surrounded
the
combatants
in
an
intent
and
silent
circle
.
Buck
did
not
comprehend
that
silent
intentness
,
nor
the
eager
way
with
which
they
were
licking
their
chops
.
Curly
rushed
her
antagonist
,
who
struck
again
and
leaped
aside
.
He
met
her
next
rush
with
his
chest
,
in
a
peculiar
fashion
that
tumbled
her
off
her
feet
.
She
never
regained
them
.
This
was
what
the
onlooking
huskies
had
waited
for
.
They
closed
in
upon
her
,
snarling
and
yelping
,
and
she
was
buried
,
screaming
with
agony
,
beneath
the
bristling
mass
of
bodies
.
