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But
with
the
sheep-dog
it
was
otherwise
.
Being
a
female
,
she
possessed
no
such
instinct
.
On
the
other
hand
,
being
a
sheep-dog
,
her
instinctive
fear
of
the
Wild
,
and
especially
of
the
wolf
,
was
unusually
keen
.
White
Fang
was
to
her
a
wolf
,
the
hereditary
marauder
who
had
preyed
upon
her
flocks
from
the
time
sheep
were
first
herded
and
guarded
by
some
dim
ancestor
of
hers
.
And
so
,
as
he
abandoned
his
rush
at
her
and
braced
himself
to
avoid
the
contact
,
she
sprang
upon
him
.
He
snarled
involuntarily
as
he
felt
her
teeth
in
his
shoulder
,
but
beyond
this
made
no
offer
to
hurt
her
.
He
backed
away
,
stiff-legged
with
self-consciousness
,
and
tried
to
go
around
her
.
He
dodged
this
way
and
that
,
and
curved
and
turned
,
but
to
no
purpose
.
She
remained
always
between
him
and
the
way
he
wanted
to
go
.
"
Here
,
Collie
!
"
called
the
strange
man
in
the
carriage
.
Weedon
Scott
laughed
.
"
Never
mind
,
father
.
It
is
good
discipline
.
White
Fang
will
have
to
learn
many
things
,
and
it
's
just
as
well
that
he
begins
now
.
He
'll
adjust
himself
all
right
.
"
The
carriage
drove
on
,
and
still
Collie
blocked
White
Fang
's
way
.
He
tried
to
outrun
her
by
leaving
the
drive
and
circling
across
the
lawn
but
she
ran
on
the
inner
and
smaller
circle
,
and
was
always
there
,
facing
him
with
her
two
rows
of
gleaming
teeth
.
Back
he
circled
,
across
the
drive
to
the
other
lawn
,
and
again
she
headed
him
off
.
The
carriage
was
bearing
the
master
away
.
White
Fang
caught
glimpses
of
it
disappearing
amongst
the
trees
.
The
situation
was
desperate
.
He
essayed
another
circle
.
She
followed
,
running
swiftly
.
And
then
,
suddenly
,
he
turned
upon
her
.
It
was
his
old
fighting
trick
.
Shoulder
to
shoulder
,
he
struck
her
squarely
.
Not
only
was
she
overthrown
.
So
fast
had
she
been
running
that
she
rolled
along
,
now
on
her
back
,
now
on
her
side
,
as
she
struggled
to
stop
,
clawing
gravel
with
her
feet
and
crying
shrilly
her
hurt
pride
and
indignation
.
White
Fang
did
not
wait
.
The
way
was
clear
,
and
that
was
all
he
had
wanted
.
She
took
after
him
,
never
ceasing
her
outcry
.
It
was
the
straightaway
now
,
and
when
it
came
to
real
running
,
White
Fang
could
teach
her
things
.
She
ran
frantically
,
hysterically
,
straining
to
the
utmost
,
advertising
the
effort
she
was
making
with
every
leap
:
and
all
the
time
White
Fang
slid
smoothly
away
from
her
silently
,
without
effort
,
gliding
like
a
ghost
over
the
ground
.
As
he
rounded
the
house
to
the
porte-cochere
,
he
came
upon
the
carriage
.
It
had
stopped
,
and
the
master
was
alighting
.
At
this
moment
,
still
running
at
top
speed
,
White
Fang
became
suddenly
aware
of
an
attack
from
the
side
.
It
was
a
deer-hound
rushing
upon
him
.
White
Fang
tried
to
face
it
.
But
he
was
going
too
fast
,
and
the
hound
was
too
close
.
It
struck
him
on
the
side
;
and
such
was
his
forward
momentum
and
the
unexpectedness
of
it
,
White
Fang
was
hurled
to
the
ground
and
rolled
clear
over
.
He
came
out
of
the
tangle
a
spectacle
of
malignancy
,
ears
flattened
back
,
lips
writhing
,
nose
wrinkling
,
his
teeth
clipping
together
as
the
fangs
barely
missed
the
hound
's
soft
throat
.
The
master
was
running
up
,
but
was
too
far
away
;
and
it
was
Collie
that
saved
the
hound
's
life
.
Before
White
Fang
could
spring
in
and
deliver
the
fatal
stroke
,
and
just
as
he
was
in
the
act
of
springing
in
,
Collie
arrived
.
She
had
been
out-manoeuvred
and
out-run
,
to
say
nothing
of
her
having
been
unceremoniously
tumbled
in
the
gravel
,
and
her
arrival
was
like
that
of
a
tornado
--
made
up
of
offended
dignity
,
justifiable
wrath
,
and
instinctive
hatred
for
this
marauder
from
the
Wild
.
She
struck
White
Fang
at
right
angles
in
the
midst
of
his
spring
,
and
again
he
was
knocked
off
his
feet
and
rolled
over
.
