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White
Fang
no
longer
hesitated
.
He
turned
and
leaped
silently
among
his
enemies
.
All
three
faced
him
.
There
was
a
great
snarling
and
growling
,
a
clashing
of
teeth
and
a
flurry
of
bodies
.
The
dust
of
the
road
arose
in
a
cloud
and
screened
the
battle
.
But
at
the
end
of
several
minutes
two
dogs
were
struggling
in
the
dirt
and
the
third
was
in
full
flight
.
He
leaped
a
ditch
,
went
through
a
rail
fence
,
and
fled
across
a
field
.
White
Fang
followed
,
sliding
over
the
ground
in
wolf
fashion
and
with
wolf
speed
,
swiftly
and
without
noise
,
and
in
the
centre
of
the
field
he
dragged
down
and
slew
the
dog
.
With
this
triple
killing
his
main
troubles
with
dogs
ceased
.
The
word
went
up
and
down
the
valley
,
and
men
saw
to
it
that
their
dogs
did
not
molest
the
Fighting
Wolf
.
The
months
came
and
went
.
There
was
plenty
of
food
and
no
work
in
the
Southland
,
and
White
Fang
lived
fat
and
prosperous
and
happy
.
Not
alone
was
he
in
the
geographical
Southland
,
for
he
was
in
the
Southland
of
life
.
Human
kindness
was
like
a
sun
shining
upon
him
,
and
he
flourished
like
a
flower
planted
in
good
soil
.
And
yet
he
remained
somehow
different
from
other
dogs
.
He
knew
the
law
even
better
than
did
the
dogs
that
had
known
no
other
life
,
and
he
observed
the
law
more
punctiliously
;
but
still
there
was
about
him
a
suggestion
of
lurking
ferocity
,
as
though
the
Wild
still
lingered
in
him
and
the
wolf
in
him
merely
slept
.
He
never
chummed
with
other
dogs
.
Lonely
he
had
lived
,
so
far
as
his
kind
was
concerned
,
and
lonely
he
would
continue
to
live
.
In
his
puppyhood
,
under
the
persecution
of
Lip-lip
and
the
puppy-pack
,
and
in
his
fighting
days
with
Beauty
Smith
,
he
had
acquired
a
fixed
aversion
for
dogs
.
The
natural
course
of
his
life
had
been
diverted
,
and
,
recoiling
from
his
kind
,
he
had
clung
to
the
human
.
Besides
,
all
Southland
dogs
looked
upon
him
with
suspicion
.
He
aroused
in
them
their
instinctive
fear
of
the
Wild
,
and
they
greeted
him
always
with
snarl
and
growl
and
belligerent
hatred
.
He
,
on
the
other
hand
,
learned
that
it
was
not
necessary
to
use
his
teeth
upon
them
.
His
naked
fangs
and
writhing
lips
were
uniformly
efficacious
,
rarely
failing
to
send
a
bellowing
on-rushing
dog
back
on
its
haunches
.
But
there
was
one
trial
in
White
Fang
's
life
--
Collie
.
She
never
gave
him
a
moment
's
peace
.
She
was
not
so
amenable
to
the
law
as
he
.
She
defied
all
efforts
of
the
master
to
make
her
become
friends
with
White
Fang
.
Ever
in
his
ears
was
sounding
her
sharp
and
nervous
snarl
.
She
had
never
forgiven
him
the
chicken-killing
episode
,
and
persistently
held
to
the
belief
that
his
intentions
were
bad
.
She
found
him
guilty
before
the
act
,
and
treated
him
accordingly
.
She
became
a
pest
to
him
,
like
a
policeman
following
him
around
the
stable
and
the
hounds
,
and
,
if
he
even
so
much
as
glanced
curiously
at
a
pigeon
or
chicken
,
bursting
into
an
outcry
of
indignation
and
wrath
.
His
favourite
way
of
ignoring
her
was
to
lie
down
,
with
his
head
on
his
fore-paws
,
and
pretend
sleep
.
This
always
dumfounded
and
silenced
her
.
With
the
exception
of
Collie
,
all
things
went
well
with
White
Fang
.
He
had
learned
control
and
poise
,
and
he
knew
the
law
.
He
achieved
a
staidness
,
and
calmness
,
and
philosophic
tolerance
.
He
no
longer
lived
in
a
hostile
environment
.
Danger
and
hurt
and
death
did
not
lurk
everywhere
about
him
.
In
time
,
the
unknown
,
as
a
thing
of
terror
and
menace
ever
impending
,
faded
away
.
Life
was
soft
and
easy
.
It
flowed
along
smoothly
,
and
neither
fear
nor
foe
lurked
by
the
way
.
