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He
spoke
softly
to
White
Fang
until
he
had
quieted
him
,
then
his
voice
became
firm
.
"
Down
,
sir
!
Down
with
you
!
"
This
had
been
one
of
the
things
taught
him
by
the
master
,
and
White
Fang
obeyed
,
though
he
lay
down
reluctantly
and
sullenly
.
"
Now
,
mother
.
"
Scott
opened
his
arms
to
her
,
but
kept
his
eyes
on
White
Fang
.
"
Down
!
"
he
warned
.
"
Down
!
"
White
Fang
,
bristling
silently
,
half-crouching
as
he
rose
,
sank
back
and
watched
the
hostile
act
repeated
.
But
no
harm
came
of
it
,
nor
of
the
embrace
from
the
strange
man-god
that
followed
.
Then
the
clothes-bags
were
taken
into
the
carriage
,
the
strange
gods
and
the
love-master
followed
,
and
White
Fang
pursued
,
now
running
vigilantly
behind
,
now
bristling
up
to
the
running
horses
and
warning
them
that
he
was
there
to
see
that
no
harm
befell
the
god
they
dragged
so
swiftly
across
the
earth
.
At
the
end
of
fifteen
minutes
,
the
carriage
swung
in
through
a
stone
gateway
and
on
between
a
double
row
of
arched
and
interlacing
walnut
trees
.
On
either
side
stretched
lawns
,
their
broad
sweep
broken
here
and
there
by
great
sturdy-limbed
oaks
.
In
the
near
distance
,
in
contrast
with
the
young-green
of
the
tended
grass
,
sunburnt
hay-fields
showed
tan
and
gold
;
while
beyond
were
the
tawny
hills
and
upland
pastures
.
From
the
head
of
the
lawn
,
on
the
first
soft
swell
from
the
valley-level
,
looked
down
the
deep-porched
,
many-windowed
house
.
Little
opportunity
was
given
White
Fang
to
see
all
this
.
Hardly
had
the
carriage
entered
the
grounds
,
when
he
was
set
upon
by
a
sheep-dog
,
bright
~
eyed
,
sharp-muzzled
,
righteously
indignant
and
angry
.
It
was
between
him
and
the
master
,
cutting
him
off
.
White
Fang
snarled
no
warning
,
but
his
hair
bristled
as
he
made
his
silent
and
deadly
rush
.
This
rush
was
never
completed
.
He
halted
with
awkward
abruptness
,
with
stiff
fore-legs
bracing
himself
against
his
momentum
,
almost
sitting
down
on
his
haunches
,
so
desirous
was
he
of
avoiding
contact
with
the
dog
he
was
in
the
act
of
attacking
.
It
was
a
female
,
and
the
law
of
his
kind
thrust
a
barrier
between
.
For
him
to
attack
her
would
require
nothing
less
than
a
violation
of
his
instinct
.
