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Formerly
,
White
Fang
had
been
merely
the
enemy
of
his
kind
,
withal
a
ferocious
enemy
.
He
now
became
the
enemy
of
all
things
,
and
more
ferocious
than
ever
.
To
such
an
extent
was
he
tormented
,
that
he
hated
blindly
and
without
the
faintest
spark
of
reason
.
He
hated
the
chain
that
bound
him
,
the
men
who
peered
in
at
him
through
the
slats
of
the
pen
,
the
dogs
that
accompanied
the
men
and
that
snarled
malignantly
at
him
in
his
helplessness
.
He
hated
the
very
wood
of
the
pen
that
confined
him
.
And
,
first
,
last
,
and
most
of
all
,
he
hated
Beauty
Smith
.
But
Beauty
Smith
had
a
purpose
in
all
that
he
did
to
White
Fang
.
One
day
a
number
of
men
gathered
about
the
pen
.
Beauty
Smith
entered
,
club
in
hand
,
and
took
the
chain
off
from
White
Fang
's
neck
.
When
his
master
had
gone
out
,
White
Fang
turned
loose
and
tore
around
the
pen
,
trying
to
get
at
the
men
outside
.
He
was
magnificently
terrible
.
Fully
five
feet
in
length
,
and
standing
two
and
one-half
feet
at
the
shoulder
,
he
far
outweighed
a
wolf
of
corresponding
size
.
From
his
mother
he
had
inherited
the
heavier
proportions
of
the
dog
,
so
that
he
weighed
,
without
any
fat
and
without
an
ounce
of
superfluous
flesh
,
over
ninety
pounds
.
It
was
all
muscle
,
bone
,
and
sinew-fighting
flesh
in
the
finest
condition
.
The
door
of
the
pen
was
being
opened
again
.
White
Fang
paused
.
Something
unusual
was
happening
.
He
waited
.
The
door
was
opened
wider
.
Then
a
huge
dog
was
thrust
inside
,
and
the
door
was
slammed
shut
behind
him
.
White
Fang
had
never
seen
such
a
dog
(
it
was
a
mastiff
)
;
but
the
size
and
fierce
aspect
of
the
intruder
did
not
deter
him
.
Here
was
some
thing
,
not
wood
nor
iron
,
upon
which
to
wreak
his
hate
.
He
leaped
in
with
a
flash
of
fangs
that
ripped
down
the
side
of
the
mastiff
's
neck
.
The
mastiff
shook
his
head
,
growled
hoarsely
,
and
plunged
at
White
Fang
.
But
White
Fang
was
here
,
there
,
and
everywhere
,
always
evading
and
eluding
,
and
always
leaping
in
and
slashing
with
his
fangs
and
leaping
out
again
in
time
to
escape
punishment
.
The
men
outside
shouted
and
applauded
,
while
Beauty
Smith
,
in
an
ecstasy
of
delight
,
gloated
over
the
ripping
and
mangling
performed
by
White
Fang
.
There
was
no
hope
for
the
mastiff
from
the
first
.
He
was
too
ponderous
and
slow
.
In
the
end
,
while
Beauty
Smith
beat
White
Fang
back
with
a
club
,
the
mastiff
was
dragged
out
by
its
owner
.
Then
there
was
a
payment
of
bets
,
and
money
clinked
in
Beauty
Smith
's
hand
.
White
Fang
came
to
look
forward
eagerly
to
the
gathering
of
the
men
around
his
pen
.
It
meant
a
fight
;
and
this
was
the
only
way
that
was
now
vouchsafed
him
of
expressing
the
life
that
was
in
him
.
Tormented
,
incited
to
hate
,
he
was
kept
a
prisoner
so
that
there
was
no
way
of
satisfying
that
hate
except
at
the
times
his
master
saw
fit
to
put
another
dog
against
him
.
Beauty
Smith
had
estimated
his
powers
well
,
for
he
was
invariably
the
victor
.
One
day
,
three
dogs
were
turned
in
upon
him
in
succession
.
Another
day
a
full-grown
wolf
,
fresh-caught
from
the
Wild
,
was
shoved
in
through
the
door
of
the
pen
.
And
on
still
another
day
two
dogs
were
set
against
him
at
the
same
time
.
This
was
his
severest
fight
,
and
though
in
the
end
he
killed
them
both
he
was
himself
half
killed
in
doing
it
.
In
the
fall
of
the
year
,
when
the
first
snows
were
falling
and
mush-ice
was
running
in
the
river
,
Beauty
Smith
took
passage
for
himself
and
White
Fang
on
a
steamboat
bound
up
the
Yukon
to
Dawson
.
White
Fang
had
now
achieved
a
reputation
in
the
land
.
As
"
the
Fighting
Wolf
"
he
was
known
far
and
wide
,
and
the
cage
in
which
he
was
kept
on
the
steam-boat
's
deck
was
usually
surrounded
by
curious
men
.
He
raged
and
snarled
at
them
,
or
lay
quietly
and
studied
them
with
cold
hatred
.
Why
should
he
not
hate
them
?
He
never
asked
himself
the
question
.
He
knew
only
hate
and
lost
himself
in
the
passion
of
it
.
Life
had
become
a
hell
to
him
.
He
had
not
been
made
for
the
close
confinement
wild
beasts
endure
at
the
hands
of
men
.
And
yet
it
was
in
precisely
this
way
that
he
was
treated
.
Men
stared
at
him
,
poked
sticks
between
the
bars
to
make
him
snarl
,
and
then
laughed
at
him
.
They
were
his
environment
,
these
men
,
and
they
were
moulding
the
clay
of
him
into
a
more
ferocious
thing
than
had
been
intended
by
Nature
.
Nevertheless
,
Nature
had
given
him
plasticity
.
Where
many
another
animal
would
have
died
or
had
its
spirit
broken
,
he
adjusted
himself
and
lived
,
and
at
no
expense
of
the
spirit
.
Possibly
Beauty
Smith
,
arch-fiend
and
tormentor
,
was
capable
of
breaking
White
Fang
's
spirit
,
but
as
yet
there
were
no
signs
of
his
succeeding
.
If
Beauty
Smith
had
in
him
a
devil
,
White
Fang
had
another
;
and
the
two
of
them
raged
against
each
other
unceasingly
.
In
the
days
before
,
White
Fang
had
had
the
wisdom
to
cower
down
and
submit
to
a
man
with
a
club
in
his
hand
;
but
this
wisdom
now
left
him
.
The
mere
sight
of
Beauty
Smith
was
sufficient
to
send
him
into
transports
of
fury
.
And
when
they
came
to
close
quarters
,
and
he
had
been
beaten
back
by
the
club
,
he
went
on
growling
and
snarling
,
and
showing
his
fangs
.
The
last
growl
could
never
be
extracted
from
him
.
No
matter
how
terribly
he
was
beaten
,
he
had
always
another
growl
;
and
when
Beauty
Smith
gave
up
and
withdrew
,
the
defiant
growl
followed
after
him
,
or
White
Fang
sprang
at
the
bars
of
the
cage
bellowing
his
hatred
.
When
the
steamboat
arrived
at
Dawson
,
White
Fang
went
ashore
.
But
he
still
lived
a
public
life
,
in
a
cage
,
surrounded
by
curious
men
.
He
was
exhibited
as
"
the
Fighting
Wolf
,
"
and
men
paid
fifty
cents
in
gold
dust
to
see
him
.
He
was
given
no
rest
.
Did
he
lie
down
to
sleep
,
he
was
stirred
up
by
a
sharp
stick
--
so
that
the
audience
might
get
its
money
's
worth
.
In
order
to
make
the
exhibition
interesting
,
he
was
kept
in
a
rage
most
of
the
time
.
But
worse
than
all
this
,
was
the
atmosphere
in
which
he
lived
.
He
was
regarded
as
the
most
fearful
of
wild
beasts
,
and
this
was
borne
in
to
him
through
the
bars
of
the
cage
.
Every
word
,
every
cautious
action
,
on
the
part
of
the
men
,
impressed
upon
him
his
own
terrible
ferocity
.
It
was
so
much
added
fuel
to
the
flame
of
his
fierceness
.
There
could
be
but
one
result
,
and
that
was
that
his
ferocity
fed
upon
itself
and
increased
.
It
was
another
instance
of
the
plasticity
of
his
clay
,
of
his
capacity
for
being
moulded
by
the
pressure
of
environment
.
