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White
Fang
slunk
into
camp
one
evening
and
dropped
down
with
a
sigh
of
content
.
The
dreaded
white
god
was
not
there
.
For
days
his
manifestations
of
desire
to
lay
hands
on
him
had
been
growing
more
insistent
,
and
during
that
time
White
Fang
had
been
compelled
to
avoid
the
camp
.
He
did
not
know
what
evil
was
threatened
by
those
insistent
hands
.
He
knew
only
that
they
did
threaten
evil
of
some
sort
,
and
that
it
was
best
for
him
to
keep
out
of
their
reach
.
But
scarcely
had
he
lain
down
when
Grey
Beaver
staggered
over
to
him
and
tied
a
leather
thong
around
his
neck
.
He
sat
down
beside
White
Fang
,
holding
the
end
of
the
thong
in
his
hand
.
In
the
other
hand
he
held
a
bottle
,
which
,
from
time
to
time
,
was
inverted
above
his
head
to
the
accompaniment
of
gurgling
noises
.
An
hour
of
this
passed
,
when
the
vibrations
of
feet
in
contact
with
the
ground
foreran
the
one
who
approached
.
White
Fang
heard
it
first
,
and
he
was
bristling
with
recognition
while
Grey
Beaver
still
nodded
stupidly
.
White
Fang
tried
to
draw
the
thong
softly
out
of
his
master
's
hand
;
but
the
relaxed
fingers
closed
tightly
and
Grey
Beaver
roused
himself
.
Beauty
Smith
strode
into
camp
and
stood
over
White
Fang
.
He
snarled
softly
up
at
the
thing
of
fear
,
watching
keenly
the
deportment
of
the
hands
.
One
hand
extended
outward
and
began
to
descend
upon
his
head
.
His
soft
snarl
grew
tense
and
harsh
.
The
hand
continued
slowly
to
descend
,
while
he
crouched
beneath
it
,
eyeing
it
malignantly
,
his
snarl
growing
shorter
and
shorter
as
,
with
quickening
breath
,
it
approached
its
culmination
.
Suddenly
he
snapped
,
striking
with
his
fangs
like
a
snake
.
The
hand
was
jerked
back
,
and
the
teeth
came
together
emptily
with
a
sharp
click
.
Beauty
Smith
was
frightened
and
angry
.
Grey
Beaver
clouted
White
Fang
alongside
the
head
,
so
that
he
cowered
down
close
to
the
earth
in
respectful
obedience
.
White
Fang
's
suspicious
eyes
followed
every
movement
.
He
saw
Beauty
Smith
go
away
and
return
with
a
stout
club
.
Then
the
end
of
the
thong
was
given
over
to
him
by
Grey
Beaver
.
Beauty
Smith
started
to
walk
away
.
The
thong
grew
taut
.
White
Fang
resisted
it
.
Grey
Beaver
clouted
him
right
and
left
to
make
him
get
up
and
follow
.
He
obeyed
,
but
with
a
rush
,
hurling
himself
upon
the
stranger
who
was
dragging
him
away
.
Beauty
Smith
did
not
jump
away
.
He
had
been
waiting
for
this
.
He
swung
the
club
smartly
,
stopping
the
rush
midway
and
smashing
White
Fang
down
upon
the
ground
.
Grey
Beaver
laughed
and
nodded
approval
.
Beauty
Smith
tightened
the
thong
again
,
and
White
Fang
crawled
limply
and
dizzily
to
his
feet
.
He
did
not
rush
a
second
time
.
One
smash
from
the
club
was
sufficient
to
convince
him
that
the
white
god
knew
how
to
handle
it
,
and
he
was
too
wise
to
fight
the
inevitable
.
So
he
followed
morosely
at
Beauty
Smith
's
heels
,
his
tail
between
his
legs
,
yet
snarling
softly
under
his
breath
.
But
Beauty
Smith
kept
a
wary
eye
on
him
,
and
the
club
was
held
always
ready
to
strike
.
At
the
fort
Beauty
Smith
left
him
securely
tied
and
went
in
to
bed
.
White
Fang
waited
an
hour
.
Then
he
applied
his
teeth
to
the
thong
,
and
in
the
space
of
ten
seconds
was
free
.
He
had
wasted
no
time
with
his
teeth
.
There
had
been
no
useless
gnawing
.
The
thong
was
cut
across
,
diagonally
,
almost
as
clean
as
though
done
by
a
knife
.
White
Fang
looked
up
at
the
fort
,
at
the
same
time
bristling
and
growling
.
Then
he
turned
and
trotted
back
to
Grey
Beaver
's
camp
.
He
owed
no
allegiance
to
this
strange
and
terrible
god
.
He
had
given
himself
to
Grey
Beaver
,
and
to
Grey
Beaver
he
considered
he
still
belonged
.
But
what
had
occurred
before
was
repeated
--
with
a
difference
.
Grey
Beaver
again
made
him
fast
with
a
thong
,
and
in
the
morning
turned
him
over
to
Beauty
Smith
.
And
here
was
where
the
difference
came
in
.
Beauty
Smith
gave
him
a
beating
.
Tied
securely
,
White
Fang
could
only
rage
futilely
and
endure
the
punishment
.
Club
and
whip
were
both
used
upon
him
,
and
he
experienced
the
worst
beating
he
had
ever
received
in
his
life
.
Even
the
big
beating
given
him
in
his
puppyhood
by
Grey
Beaver
was
mild
compared
with
this
.
