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"
So
it
would
seem
,
Three
Eagles
,
"
Grey
Beaver
answered
,
laying
his
hand
on
the
cub
;
"
and
this
be
the
sign
of
it
.
"
The
cub
snarled
a
little
at
the
touch
of
the
hand
,
and
the
hand
flew
back
to
administer
a
clout
.
Whereupon
the
cub
covered
its
fangs
,
and
sank
down
submissively
,
while
the
hand
,
returning
,
rubbed
behind
his
ears
,
and
up
and
down
his
back
.
"
This
be
the
sign
of
it
,
"
Grey
Beaver
went
on
.
"
It
is
plain
that
his
mother
is
Kiche
.
But
his
father
was
a
wolf
.
Wherefore
is
there
in
him
little
dog
and
much
wolf
.
His
fangs
be
white
,
and
White
Fang
shall
be
his
name
.
I
have
spoken
.
He
is
my
dog
.
For
was
not
Kiche
my
brother
's
dog
?
And
is
not
my
brother
dead
?
"
The
cub
,
who
had
thus
received
a
name
in
the
world
,
lay
and
watched
.
For
a
time
the
man-animals
continued
to
make
their
mouth-noises
.
Then
Grey
Beaver
took
a
knife
from
a
sheath
that
hung
around
his
neck
,
and
went
into
the
thicket
and
cut
a
stick
.
White
Fang
watched
him
.
He
notched
the
stick
at
each
end
and
in
the
notches
fastened
strings
of
raw-hide
.
One
string
he
tied
around
the
throat
of
Kiche
.
Then
he
led
her
to
a
small
pine
,
around
which
he
tied
the
other
string
.
White
Fang
followed
and
lay
down
beside
her
.
Salmon
Tongue
's
hand
reached
out
to
him
and
rolled
him
over
on
his
back
.
Kiche
looked
on
anxiously
.
White
Fang
felt
fear
mounting
in
him
again
.
He
could
not
quite
suppress
a
snarl
,
but
he
made
no
offer
to
snap
.
The
hand
,
with
fingers
crooked
and
spread
apart
,
rubbed
his
stomach
in
a
playful
way
and
rolled
him
from
side
to
side
.
It
was
ridiculous
and
ungainly
,
lying
there
on
his
back
with
legs
sprawling
in
the
air
.
Besides
,
it
was
a
position
of
such
utter
helplessness
that
White
Fang
's
whole
nature
revolted
against
it
.
He
could
do
nothing
to
defend
himself
.
If
this
man-animal
intended
harm
,
White
Fang
knew
that
he
could
not
escape
it
.
How
could
he
spring
away
with
his
four
legs
in
the
air
above
him
?
Yet
submission
made
him
master
his
fear
,
and
he
only
growled
softly
.
This
growl
he
could
not
suppress
;
nor
did
the
man-animal
resent
it
by
giving
him
a
blow
on
the
head
.
And
furthermore
,
such
was
the
strangeness
of
it
,
White
Fang
experienced
an
unaccountable
sensation
of
pleasure
as
the
hand
rubbed
back
and
forth
.
When
he
was
rolled
on
his
side
he
ceased
to
growl
,
when
the
fingers
pressed
and
prodded
at
the
base
of
his
ears
the
pleasurable
sensation
increased
;
and
when
,
with
a
final
rub
and
scratch
,
the
man
left
him
alone
and
went
away
,
all
fear
had
died
out
of
White
Fang
.
He
was
to
know
fear
many
times
in
his
dealing
with
man
;
yet
it
was
a
token
of
the
fearless
companionship
with
man
that
was
ultimately
to
be
his
.
After
a
time
,
White
Fang
heard
strange
noises
approaching
.
He
was
quick
in
his
classification
,
for
he
knew
them
at
once
for
man-animal
noises
.
A
few
minutes
later
the
remainder
of
the
tribe
,
strung
out
as
it
was
on
the
march
,
trailed
in
.
There
were
more
men
and
many
women
and
children
,
forty
souls
of
them
,
and
all
heavily
burdened
with
camp
equipage
and
outfit
.
Also
there
were
many
dogs
;
and
these
,
with
the
exception
of
the
part-grown
puppies
,
were
likewise
burdened
with
camp
outfit
.
On
their
backs
,
in
bags
that
fastened
tightly
around
underneath
,
the
dogs
carried
from
twenty
to
thirty
pounds
of
weight
.
White
Fang
had
never
seen
dogs
before
,
but
at
sight
of
them
he
felt
that
they
were
his
own
kind
,
only
somehow
different
.
But
they
displayed
little
difference
from
the
wolf
when
they
discovered
the
cub
and
his
mother
.
There
was
a
rush
.
White
Fang
bristled
and
snarled
and
snapped
in
the
face
of
the
open-mouthed
oncoming
wave
of
dogs
,
and
went
down
and
under
them
,
feeling
the
sharp
slash
of
teeth
in
his
body
,
himself
biting
and
tearing
at
the
legs
and
bellies
above
him
.
There
was
a
great
uproar
.
He
could
hear
the
snarl
of
Kiche
as
she
fought
for
him
;
and
he
could
hear
the
cries
of
the
man-animals
,
the
sound
of
clubs
striking
upon
bodies
,
and
the
yelps
of
pain
from
the
dogs
so
struck
.
Only
a
few
seconds
elapsed
before
he
was
on
his
feet
again
.
He
could
now
see
the
man-animals
driving
back
the
dogs
with
clubs
and
stones
,
defending
him
,
saving
him
from
the
savage
teeth
of
his
kind
that
somehow
was
not
his
kind
.
And
though
there
was
no
reason
in
his
brain
for
a
clear
conception
of
so
abstract
a
thing
as
justice
,
nevertheless
,
in
his
own
way
,
he
felt
the
justice
of
the
man-animals
,
and
he
knew
them
for
what
they
were
--
makers
of
law
and
executors
of
law
.
Also
,
he
appreciated
the
power
with
which
they
administered
the
law
.
Unlike
any
animals
he
had
ever
encountered
,
they
did
not
bite
nor
claw
.
They
enforced
their
live
strength
with
the
power
of
dead
things
.
Dead
things
did
their
bidding
.
Thus
,
sticks
and
stones
,
directed
by
these
strange
creatures
,
leaped
through
the
air
like
living
things
,
inflicting
grievous
hurts
upon
the
dogs
.
To
his
mind
this
was
power
unusual
,
power
inconceivable
and
beyond
the
natural
,
power
that
was
godlike
.
White
Fang
,
in
the
very
nature
of
him
,
could
never
know
anything
about
gods
;
at
the
best
he
could
know
only
things
that
were
beyond
knowing
--
but
the
wonder
and
awe
that
he
had
of
these
man-animals
in
ways
resembled
what
would
be
the
wonder
and
awe
of
man
at
sight
of
some
celestial
creature
,
on
a
mountain
top
,
hurling
thunderbolts
from
either
hand
at
an
astonished
world
.
