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"
He
's
all
in
,
poor
devil
,
"
muttered
the
master
.
"
We
'll
see
about
that
,
"
asserted
the
Judge
,
as
he
started
for
the
telephone
.
"
Frankly
,
he
has
one
chance
in
a
thousand
,
"
announced
the
surgeon
,
after
he
had
worked
an
hour
and
a
half
on
White
Fang
.
Dawn
was
breaking
through
the
windows
and
dimming
the
electric
lights
.
With
the
exception
of
the
children
,
the
whole
family
was
gathered
about
the
surgeon
to
hear
his
verdict
.
"
One
broken
hind-leg
,
"
he
went
on
.
"
Three
broken
ribs
,
one
at
least
of
which
has
pierced
the
lungs
.
He
has
lost
nearly
all
the
blood
in
his
body
.
There
is
a
large
likelihood
of
internal
injuries
.
He
must
have
been
jumped
upon
.
To
say
nothing
of
three
bullet
holes
clear
through
him
.
One
chance
in
a
thousand
is
really
optimistic
.
He
has
n't
a
chance
in
ten
thousand
.
"
"
But
he
must
n't
lose
any
chance
that
might
be
of
help
to
him
,
"
Judge
Scott
exclaimed
.
"
Never
mind
expense
.
Put
him
under
the
X-ray
--
anything
.
Weedon
,
telegraph
at
once
to
San
Francisco
for
Doctor
Nichols
.
No
reflection
on
you
,
doctor
,
you
understand
;
but
he
must
have
the
advantage
of
every
chance
.
"
The
surgeon
smiled
indulgently
.
"
Of
course
I
understand
.
He
deserves
all
that
can
be
done
for
him
.
He
must
be
nursed
as
you
would
nurse
a
human
being
,
a
sick
child
.
And
do
n't
forget
what
I
told
you
about
temperature
.
I
'll
be
back
at
ten
o'clock
again
.
"
White
Fang
received
the
nursing
.
Judge
Scott
's
suggestion
of
a
trained
nurse
was
indignantly
clamoured
down
by
the
girls
,
who
themselves
undertook
the
task
.
And
White
Fang
won
out
on
the
one
chance
in
ten
thousand
denied
him
by
the
surgeon
.
The
latter
was
not
to
be
censured
for
his
misjudgment
.
All
his
life
he
had
tended
and
operated
on
the
soft
humans
of
civilisation
,
who
lived
sheltered
lives
and
had
descended
out
of
many
sheltered
generations
.
Compared
with
White
Fang
,
they
were
frail
and
flabby
,
and
clutched
life
without
any
strength
in
their
grip
.
White
Fang
had
come
straight
from
the
Wild
,
where
the
weak
perish
early
and
shelter
is
vouchsafed
to
none
.
In
neither
his
father
nor
his
mother
was
there
any
weakness
,
nor
in
the
generations
before
them
.
A
constitution
of
iron
and
the
vitality
of
the
Wild
were
White
Fang
's
inheritance
,
and
he
clung
to
life
,
the
whole
of
him
and
every
part
of
him
,
in
spirit
and
in
flesh
,
with
the
tenacity
that
of
old
belonged
to
all
creatures
.
Bound
down
a
prisoner
,
denied
even
movement
by
the
plaster
casts
and
bandages
,
White
Fang
lingered
out
the
weeks
.
He
slept
long
hours
and
dreamed
much
,
and
through
his
mind
passed
an
unending
pageant
of
Northland
visions
.
All
the
ghosts
of
the
past
arose
and
were
with
him
.
Once
again
he
lived
in
the
lair
with
Kiche
,
crept
trembling
to
the
knees
of
Grey
Beaver
to
tender
his
allegiance
,
ran
for
his
life
before
Lip-lip
and
all
the
howling
bedlam
of
the
puppy-pack
.
