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Lip-lip
,
excited
by
the
chase
and
by
the
persistent
nearness
of
his
victim
,
forgot
caution
and
locality
.
When
he
remembered
locality
,
it
was
too
late
.
Dashing
at
top
speed
around
a
tepee
,
he
ran
full
tilt
into
Kiche
lying
at
the
end
of
her
stick
.
He
gave
one
yelp
of
consternation
,
and
then
her
punishing
jaws
closed
upon
him
.
She
was
tied
,
but
he
could
not
get
away
from
her
easily
.
She
rolled
him
off
his
legs
so
that
he
could
not
run
,
while
she
repeatedly
ripped
and
slashed
him
with
her
fangs
.
When
at
last
he
succeeded
in
rolling
clear
of
her
,
he
crawled
to
his
feet
,
badly
dishevelled
,
hurt
both
in
body
and
in
spirit
.
His
hair
was
standing
out
all
over
him
in
tufts
where
her
teeth
had
mauled
.
He
stood
where
he
had
arisen
,
opened
his
mouth
,
and
broke
out
the
long
,
heart-broken
puppy
wail
.
But
even
this
he
was
not
allowed
to
complete
.
In
the
middle
of
it
,
White
Fang
,
rushing
in
,
sank
his
teeth
into
Lip-lip
's
hind
leg
.
There
was
no
fight
left
in
Lip-lip
,
and
he
ran
away
shamelessly
,
his
victim
hot
on
his
heels
and
worrying
him
all
the
way
back
to
his
own
tepee
.
Here
the
squaws
came
to
his
aid
,
and
White
Fang
,
transformed
into
a
raging
demon
,
was
finally
driven
off
only
by
a
fusillade
of
stones
.
Came
the
day
when
Grey
Beaver
,
deciding
that
the
liability
of
her
running
away
was
past
,
released
Kiche
.
White
Fang
was
delighted
with
his
mother
's
freedom
.
He
accompanied
her
joyfully
about
the
camp
;
and
,
so
long
as
he
remained
close
by
her
side
,
Lip-lip
kept
a
respectful
distance
.
White
--
Fang
even
bristled
up
to
him
and
walked
stiff-legged
,
but
Lip-lip
ignored
the
challenge
.
He
was
no
fool
himself
,
and
whatever
vengeance
he
desired
to
wreak
,
he
could
wait
until
he
caught
White
Fang
alone
.
Later
on
that
day
,
Kiche
and
White
Fang
strayed
into
the
edge
of
the
woods
next
to
the
camp
.
He
had
led
his
mother
there
,
step
by
step
,
and
now
when
she
stopped
,
he
tried
to
inveigle
her
farther
.
The
stream
,
the
lair
,
and
the
quiet
woods
were
calling
to
him
,
and
he
wanted
her
to
come
.
He
ran
on
a
few
steps
,
stopped
,
and
looked
back
.
She
had
not
moved
.
He
whined
pleadingly
,
and
scurried
playfully
in
and
out
of
the
underbrush
.
He
ran
back
to
her
,
licked
her
face
,
and
ran
on
again
.
And
still
she
did
not
move
.
He
stopped
and
regarded
her
,
all
of
an
intentness
and
eagerness
,
physically
expressed
,
that
slowly
faded
out
of
him
as
she
turned
her
head
and
gazed
back
at
the
camp
.
There
was
something
calling
to
him
out
there
in
the
open
.
His
mother
heard
it
too
.
But
she
heard
also
that
other
and
louder
call
,
the
call
of
the
fire
and
of
man
--
the
call
which
has
been
given
alone
of
all
animals
to
the
wolf
to
answer
,
to
the
wolf
and
the
wild-dog
,
who
are
brothers
.
Kiche
turned
and
slowly
trotted
back
toward
camp
.
Stronger
than
the
physical
restraint
of
the
stick
was
the
clutch
of
the
camp
upon
her
.
Unseen
and
occultly
,
the
gods
still
gripped
with
their
power
and
would
not
let
her
go
.
White
Fang
sat
down
in
the
shadow
of
a
birch
and
whimpered
softly
.
There
was
a
strong
smell
of
pine
,
and
subtle
wood
fragrances
filled
the
air
,
reminding
him
of
his
old
life
of
freedom
before
the
days
of
his
bondage
.
But
he
was
still
only
a
part-grown
puppy
,
and
stronger
than
the
call
either
of
man
or
of
the
Wild
was
the
call
of
his
mother
.
All
the
hours
of
his
short
life
he
had
depended
upon
her
.
The
time
was
yet
to
come
for
independence
.
So
he
arose
and
trotted
forlornly
back
to
camp
,
pausing
once
,
and
twice
,
to
sit
down
and
whimper
and
to
listen
to
the
call
that
still
sounded
in
the
depths
of
the
forest
.
In
the
Wild
the
time
of
a
mother
with
her
young
is
short
;
but
under
the
dominion
of
man
it
is
sometimes
even
shorter
.
Thus
it
was
with
White
Fang
.
Grey
Beaver
was
in
the
debt
of
Three
Eagles
.
Three
Eagles
was
going
away
on
a
trip
up
the
Mackenzie
to
the
Great
Slave
Lake
.
A
strip
of
scarlet
cloth
,
a
bearskin
,
twenty
cartridges
,
and
Kiche
,
went
to
pay
the
debt
.
White
Fang
saw
his
mother
taken
aboard
Three
Eagles
'
canoe
,
and
tried
to
follow
her
.
A
blow
from
Three
Eagles
knocked
him
backward
to
the
land
.
The
canoe
shoved
off
.
He
sprang
into
the
water
and
swam
after
it
,
deaf
to
the
sharp
cries
of
Grey
Beaver
to
return
.
Even
a
man-animal
,
a
god
,
White
Fang
ignored
,
such
was
the
terror
he
was
in
of
losing
his
mother
.
But
gods
are
accustomed
to
being
obeyed
,
and
Grey
Beaver
wrathfully
launched
a
canoe
in
pursuit
.
When
he
overtook
White
Fang
,
he
reached
down
and
by
the
nape
of
the
neck
lifted
him
clear
of
the
water
.
He
did
not
deposit
him
at
once
in
the
bottom
of
the
canoe
.
Holding
him
suspended
with
one
hand
,
with
the
other
hand
he
proceeded
to
give
him
a
beating
.
And
it
was
a
beating
.
His
hand
was
heavy
.
Every
blow
was
shrewd
to
hurt
;
and
he
delivered
a
multitude
of
blows
.
