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White
Fang
was
disinclined
to
desert
him
.
The
master
thought
of
writing
a
note
,
but
searched
his
pockets
vainly
for
pencil
and
paper
.
Again
he
commanded
White
Fang
to
go
home
.
The
latter
regarded
him
wistfully
,
started
away
,
then
returned
and
whined
softly
.
The
master
talked
to
him
gently
but
seriously
,
and
he
cocked
his
ears
,
and
listened
with
painful
intentness
.
"
That
's
all
right
,
old
fellow
,
you
just
run
along
home
,
"
ran
the
talk
.
"
Go
on
home
and
tell
them
what
's
happened
to
me
.
Home
with
you
,
you
wolf
.
Get
along
home
!
"
White
Fang
knew
the
meaning
of
"
home
,
"
and
though
he
did
not
understand
the
remainder
of
the
master
's
language
,
he
knew
it
was
his
will
that
he
should
go
home
.
He
turned
and
trotted
reluctantly
away
.
Then
he
stopped
,
undecided
,
and
looked
back
over
his
shoulder
.
"
Go
home
!
"
came
the
sharp
command
,
and
this
time
he
obeyed
.
The
family
was
on
the
porch
,
taking
the
cool
of
the
afternoon
,
when
White
Fang
arrived
.
He
came
in
among
them
,
panting
,
covered
with
dust
.
"
Weedon
's
back
,
"
Weedon
's
mother
announced
.
The
children
welcomed
White
Fang
with
glad
cries
and
ran
to
meet
him
.
He
avoided
them
and
passed
down
the
porch
,
but
they
cornered
him
against
a
rocking-chair
and
the
railing
.
He
growled
and
tried
to
push
by
them
.
Their
mother
looked
apprehensively
in
their
direction
.
"
I
confess
,
he
makes
me
nervous
around
the
children
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
have
a
dread
that
he
will
turn
upon
them
unexpectedly
some
day
.
"
Growling
savagely
,
White
Fang
sprang
out
of
the
corner
,
overturning
the
boy
and
the
girl
.
The
mother
called
them
to
her
and
comforted
them
,
telling
them
not
to
bother
White
Fang
.
