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"
A
wolf
is
a
wolf
!
"
commented
Judge
Scott
.
"
There
is
no
trusting
one
.
"
"
But
he
is
not
all
wolf
,
"
interposed
Beth
,
standing
for
her
brother
in
his
absence
.
"
You
have
only
Weedon
's
opinion
for
that
,
"
rejoined
the
judge
.
"
He
merely
surmises
that
there
is
some
strain
of
dog
in
White
Fang
;
but
as
he
will
tell
you
himself
,
he
knows
nothing
about
it
.
As
for
his
appearance
--
"
He
did
not
finish
his
sentence
.
White
Fang
stood
before
him
,
growling
fiercely
.
"
Go
away
!
Lie
down
,
sir
!
"
Judge
Scott
commanded
.
White
Fang
turned
to
the
love-master
's
wife
.
She
screamed
with
fright
as
he
seized
her
dress
in
his
teeth
and
dragged
on
it
till
the
frail
fabric
tore
away
.
By
this
time
he
had
become
the
centre
of
interest
.
He
had
ceased
from
his
growling
and
stood
,
head
up
,
looking
into
their
faces
.
His
throat
worked
spasmodically
,
but
made
no
sound
,
while
he
struggled
with
all
his
body
,
convulsed
with
the
effort
to
rid
himself
of
the
incommunicable
something
that
strained
for
utterance
.
"
I
hope
he
is
not
going
mad
,
"
said
Weedon
's
mother
.
"
I
told
Weedon
that
I
was
afraid
the
warm
climate
would
not
agree
with
an
Arctic
animal
.
"
"
He
's
trying
to
speak
,
I
do
believe
,
"
Beth
announced
.
At
this
moment
speech
came
to
White
Fang
,
rushing
up
in
a
great
burst
of
barking
.
