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So
sudden
was
it
,
and
so
unexpected
,
that
Buck
was
taken
aback
.
He
saw
Spitz
run
out
his
scarlet
tongue
in
a
way
he
had
of
laughing
;
and
he
saw
Francois
,
swinging
an
axe
,
spring
into
the
mess
of
dogs
.
Three
men
with
clubs
were
helping
him
to
scatter
them
.
It
did
not
take
long
.
Two
minutes
from
the
time
Curly
went
down
,
the
last
of
her
assailants
were
clubbed
off
.
But
she
lay
there
limp
and
lifeless
in
the
bloody
,
trampled
snow
,
almost
literally
torn
to
pieces
,
the
swart
half-breed
standing
over
her
and
cursing
horribly
.
The
scene
often
came
back
to
Buck
to
trouble
him
in
his
sleep
.
So
that
was
the
way
.
No
fair
play
.
Once
down
,
that
was
the
end
of
you
.
Well
,
he
would
see
to
it
that
he
never
went
down
.
Spitz
ran
out
his
tongue
and
laughed
again
,
and
from
that
moment
Buck
hated
him
with
a
bitter
and
deathless
hatred
.
Before
he
had
recovered
from
the
shock
caused
by
the
tragic
passing
of
Curly
,
he
received
another
shock
.
Francois
fastened
upon
him
an
arrangement
of
straps
and
buckles
.
It
was
a
harness
,
such
as
he
had
seen
the
grooms
put
on
the
horses
at
home
.
And
as
he
had
seen
horses
work
,
so
he
was
set
to
work
,
hauling
Francois
on
a
sled
to
the
forest
that
fringed
the
valley
,
and
returning
with
a
load
of
firewood
.
Though
his
dignity
was
sorely
hurt
by
thus
being
made
a
draught
animal
,
he
was
too
wise
to
rebel
.
He
buckled
down
with
a
will
and
did
his
best
,
though
it
was
all
new
and
strange
.
Francois
was
stern
,
demanding
instant
obedience
,
and
by
virtue
of
his
whip
receiving
instant
obedience
;
while
Dave
,
who
was
an
experienced
wheeler
,
nipped
Buck
's
hind
quarters
whenever
he
was
in
error
.
Spitz
was
the
leader
,
likewise
experienced
,
and
while
he
could
not
always
get
at
Buck
,
he
growled
sharp
reproof
now
and
again
,
or
cunningly
threw
his
weight
in
the
traces
to
jerk
Buck
into
the
way
he
should
go
.
Buck
learned
easily
,
and
under
the
combined
tuition
of
his
two
mates
and
Francois
made
remarkable
progress
.
Ere
they
returned
to
camp
he
knew
enough
to
stop
at
"
ho
,
"
to
go
ahead
at
"
mush
,
"
to
swing
wide
on
the
bends
,
and
to
keep
clear
of
the
wheeler
when
the
loaded
sled
shot
downhill
at
their
heels
.
"
T'ree
vair
'
good
dogs
,
"
Francois
told
Perrault
.
"
Dat
Buck
,
heem
pool
lak
hell
.
I
tich
heem
queek
as
anyt
'
ing
.
"
By
afternoon
,
Perrault
,
who
was
in
a
hurry
to
be
on
the
trail
with
his
despatches
,
returned
with
two
more
dogs
.
"
Billee
"
and
"
Joe
"
he
called
them
,
two
brothers
,
and
true
huskies
both
.
Sons
of
the
one
mother
though
they
were
,
they
were
as
different
as
day
and
night
.
Billee
's
one
fault
was
his
excessive
good
nature
,
while
Joe
was
the
very
opposite
,
sour
and
introspective
,
with
a
perpetual
snarl
and
a
malignant
eye
.
Buck
received
them
in
comradely
fashion
,
Dave
ignored
them
,
while
Spitz
proceeded
to
thrash
first
one
and
then
the
other
.
Billee
wagged
his
tail
appeasingly
,
turned
to
run
when
he
saw
that
appeasement
was
of
no
avail
,
and
cried
(
still
appeasingly
)
when
Spitz
's
sharp
teeth
scored
his
flank
.
But
no
matter
how
Spitz
circled
,
Joe
whirled
around
on
his
heels
to
face
him
,
mane
bristling
,
ears
laid
back
,
lips
writhing
and
snarling
,
jaws
clipping
together
as
fast
as
he
could
snap
,
and
eyes
diabolically
gleaming
--
the
incarnation
of
belligerent
fear
.
So
terrible
was
his
appearance
that
Spitz
was
forced
to
forego
disciplining
him
;
but
to
cover
his
own
discomfiture
he
turned
upon
the
inoffensive
and
wailing
Billee
and
drove
him
to
the
confines
of
the
camp
.
By
evening
Perrault
secured
another
dog
,
an
old
husky
,
long
and
lean
and
gaunt
,
with
a
battle-scarred
face
and
a
single
eye
which
flashed
a
warning
of
prowess
that
commanded
respect
.
He
was
called
Sol-leks
,
which
means
the
Angry
One
.
Like
Dave
,
he
asked
nothing
,
gave
nothing
,
expected
nothing
;
and
when
he
marched
slowly
and
deliberately
into
their
midst
,
even
Spitz
left
him
alone
.
He
had
one
peculiarity
which
Buck
was
unlucky
enough
to
discover
.
He
did
not
like
to
be
approached
on
his
blind
side
.
Of
this
offence
Buck
was
unwittingly
guilty
,
and
the
first
knowledge
he
had
of
his
indiscretion
was
when
Sol-leks
whirled
upon
him
and
slashed
his
shoulder
to
the
bone
for
three
inches
up
and
down
.
Forever
after
Buck
avoided
his
blind
side
,
and
to
the
last
of
their
comradeship
had
no
more
trouble
.
His
only
apparent
ambition
,
like
Dave
's
,
was
to
be
left
alone
;
though
,
as
Buck
was
afterward
to
learn
,
each
of
them
possessed
one
other
and
even
more
vital
ambition
.
That
night
Buck
faced
the
great
problem
of
sleeping
.
The
tent
,
illumined
by
a
candle
,
glowed
warmly
in
the
midst
of
the
white
plain
;
and
when
he
,
as
a
matter
of
course
,
entered
it
,
both
Perrault
and
Francois
bombarded
him
with
curses
and
cooking
utensils
,
till
he
recovered
from
his
consternation
and
fled
ignominiously
into
the
outer
cold
.
A
chill
wind
was
blowing
that
nipped
him
sharply
and
bit
with
especial
venom
into
his
wounded
shoulder
.
He
lay
down
on
the
snow
and
attempted
to
sleep
,
but
the
frost
soon
drove
him
shivering
to
his
feet
.
Miserable
and
disconsolate
,
he
wandered
about
among
the
many
tents
,
only
to
find
that
one
place
was
as
cold
as
another
.
Here
and
there
savage
dogs
rushed
upon
him
,
but
he
bristled
his
neck-hair
and
snarled
(
for
he
was
learning
fast
)
,
and
they
let
him
go
his
way
unmolested
.
Finally
an
idea
came
to
him
.
He
would
return
and
see
how
his
own
team-mates
were
making
out
.
To
his
astonishment
,
they
had
disappeared
.
Again
he
wandered
about
through
the
great
camp
,
looking
for
them
,
and
again
he
returned
.
Were
they
in
the
tent
?
No
,
that
could
not
be
,
else
he
would
not
have
been
driven
out
.
Then
where
could
they
possibly
be
?
With
drooping
tail
and
shivering
body
,
very
forlorn
indeed
,
he
aimlessly
circled
the
tent
.
Suddenly
the
snow
gave
way
beneath
his
fore
legs
and
he
sank
down
.
Something
wriggled
under
his
feet
.
He
sprang
back
,
bristling
and
snarling
,
fearful
of
the
unseen
and
unknown
.
But
a
friendly
little
yelp
reassured
him
,
and
he
went
back
to
investigate
.
A
whiff
of
warm
air
ascended
to
his
nostrils
,
and
there
,
curled
up
under
the
snow
in
a
snug
ball
,
lay
Billee
.
He
whined
placatingly
,
squirmed
and
wriggled
to
show
his
good
will
and
intentions
,
and
even
ventured
,
as
a
bribe
for
peace
,
to
lick
Buck
's
face
with
his
warm
wet
tongue
.
