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He
wandered
through
the
village
,
recognising
with
staid
satisfaction
the
various
gods
he
had
known
before
the
long
journey
.
Then
there
were
the
dogs
,
puppies
growing
up
like
himself
,
and
grown
dogs
that
did
not
look
so
large
and
formidable
as
the
memory
pictures
he
retained
of
them
.
Also
,
he
stood
less
in
fear
of
them
than
formerly
,
stalking
among
them
with
a
certain
careless
ease
that
was
as
new
to
him
as
it
was
enjoyable
.
There
was
Baseek
,
a
grizzled
old
fellow
that
in
his
younger
days
had
but
to
uncover
his
fangs
to
send
White
Fang
cringing
and
crouching
to
the
right
about
.
From
him
White
Fang
had
learned
much
of
his
own
insignificance
;
and
from
him
he
was
now
to
learn
much
of
the
change
and
development
that
had
taken
place
in
himself
.
While
Baseek
had
been
growing
weaker
with
age
,
White
Fang
had
been
growing
stronger
with
youth
.
It
was
at
the
cutting-up
of
a
moose
,
fresh-killed
,
that
White
Fang
learned
of
the
changed
relations
in
which
he
stood
to
the
dog-world
.
He
had
got
for
himself
a
hoof
and
part
of
the
shin-bone
,
to
which
quite
a
bit
of
meat
was
attached
.
Withdrawn
from
the
immediate
scramble
of
the
other
dogs
--
in
fact
out
of
sight
behind
a
thicket
--
he
was
devouring
his
prize
,
when
Baseek
rushed
in
upon
him
.
Before
he
knew
what
he
was
doing
,
he
had
slashed
the
intruder
twice
and
sprung
clear
.
Baseek
was
surprised
by
the
other
's
temerity
and
swiftness
of
attack
.
He
stood
,
gazing
stupidly
across
at
White
Fang
,
the
raw
,
red
shin-bone
between
them
.
Baseek
was
old
,
and
already
he
had
come
to
know
the
increasing
valour
of
the
dogs
it
had
been
his
wont
to
bully
.
Bitter
experiences
these
,
which
,
perforce
,
he
swallowed
,
calling
upon
all
his
wisdom
to
cope
with
them
.
In
the
old
days
he
would
have
sprung
upon
White
Fang
in
a
fury
of
righteous
wrath
.
But
now
his
waning
powers
would
not
permit
such
a
course
.
He
bristled
fiercely
and
looked
ominously
across
the
shin-bone
at
White
Fang
.
And
White
Fang
,
resurrecting
quite
a
deal
of
the
old
awe
,
seemed
to
wilt
and
to
shrink
in
upon
himself
and
grow
small
,
as
he
cast
about
in
his
mind
for
a
way
to
beat
a
retreat
not
too
inglorious
.
And
right
here
Baseek
erred
.
Had
he
contented
himself
with
looking
fierce
and
ominous
,
all
would
have
been
well
.
White
Fang
,
on
the
verge
of
retreat
,
would
have
retreated
,
leaving
the
meat
to
him
.
But
Baseek
did
not
wait
.
He
considered
the
victory
already
his
and
stepped
forward
to
the
meat
.
As
he
bent
his
head
carelessly
to
smell
it
,
White
Fang
bristled
slightly
.
Even
then
it
was
not
too
late
for
Baseek
to
retrieve
the
situation
.
Had
he
merely
stood
over
the
meat
,
head
up
and
glowering
,
White
Fang
would
ultimately
have
slunk
away
.
But
the
fresh
meat
was
strong
in
Baseek
's
nostrils
,
and
greed
urged
him
to
take
a
bite
of
it
.
This
was
too
much
for
White
Fang
.
Fresh
upon
his
months
of
mastery
over
his
own
team-mates
,
it
was
beyond
his
self-control
to
stand
idly
by
while
another
devoured
the
meat
that
belonged
to
him
.
He
struck
,
after
his
custom
,
without
warning
.
With
the
first
slash
,
Baseek
's
right
ear
was
ripped
into
ribbons
.
He
was
astounded
at
the
suddenness
of
it
.
But
more
things
,
and
most
grievous
ones
,
were
happening
with
equal
suddenness
.
He
was
knocked
off
his
feet
.
His
throat
was
bitten
.
While
he
was
struggling
to
his
feet
the
young
dog
sank
teeth
twice
into
his
shoulder
.
The
swiftness
of
it
was
bewildering
.
He
made
a
futile
rush
at
White
Fang
,
clipping
the
empty
air
with
an
outraged
snap
.
The
next
moment
his
nose
was
laid
open
,
and
he
was
staggering
backward
away
from
the
meat
.
The
situation
was
now
reversed
.
White
Fang
stood
over
the
shin-bone
,
bristling
and
menacing
,
while
Baseek
stood
a
little
way
off
,
preparing
to
retreat
.
He
dared
not
risk
a
fight
with
this
young
lightning-flash
,
and
again
he
knew
,
and
more
bitterly
,
the
enfeeblement
of
oncoming
age
.
His
attempt
to
maintain
his
dignity
was
heroic
.
Calmly
turning
his
back
upon
young
dog
and
shin-bone
,
as
though
both
were
beneath
his
notice
and
unworthy
of
his
consideration
,
he
stalked
grandly
away
.
Nor
,
until
well
out
of
sight
,
did
he
stop
to
lick
his
bleeding
wounds
.
The
effect
on
White
Fang
was
to
give
him
a
greater
faith
in
himself
,
and
a
greater
pride
.
He
walked
less
softly
among
the
grown
dogs
;
his
attitude
toward
them
was
less
compromising
.
Not
that
he
went
out
of
his
way
looking
for
trouble
.
Far
from
it
.
But
upon
his
way
he
demanded
consideration
.
He
stood
upon
his
right
to
go
his
way
unmolested
and
to
give
trail
to
no
dog
.
He
had
to
be
taken
into
account
,
that
was
all
.
He
was
no
longer
to
be
disregarded
and
ignored
,
as
was
the
lot
of
puppies
,
and
as
continued
to
be
the
lot
of
the
puppies
that
were
his
team-mates
.
They
got
out
of
the
way
,
gave
trail
to
the
grown
dogs
,
and
gave
up
meat
to
them
under
compulsion
.
But
White
Fang
,
uncompanionable
,
solitary
,
morose
,
scarcely
looking
to
right
or
left
,
redoubtable
,
forbidding
of
aspect
,
remote
and
alien
,
was
accepted
as
an
equal
by
his
puzzled
elders
.
