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It
was
at
this
time
that
a
diversion
came
to
the
spectators
.
There
was
a
jingle
of
bells
.
Dog-mushers
'
cries
were
heard
.
Everybody
,
save
Beauty
Smith
,
looked
apprehensively
,
the
fear
of
the
police
strong
upon
them
.
But
they
saw
,
up
the
trail
,
and
not
down
,
two
men
running
with
sled
and
dogs
.
They
were
evidently
coming
down
the
creek
from
some
prospecting
trip
.
At
sight
of
the
crowd
they
stopped
their
dogs
and
came
over
and
joined
it
,
curious
to
see
the
cause
of
the
excitement
.
The
dog-musher
wore
a
moustache
,
but
the
other
,
a
taller
and
younger
man
,
was
smooth-shaven
,
his
skin
rosy
from
the
pounding
of
his
blood
and
the
running
in
the
frosty
air
.
White
Fang
had
practically
ceased
struggling
.
Now
and
again
he
resisted
spasmodically
and
to
no
purpose
.
He
could
get
little
air
,
and
that
little
grew
less
and
less
under
the
merciless
grip
that
ever
tightened
.
In
spite
of
his
armour
of
fur
,
the
great
vein
of
his
throat
would
have
long
since
been
torn
open
,
had
not
the
first
grip
of
the
bull-dog
been
so
low
down
as
to
be
practically
on
the
chest
.
It
had
taken
Cherokee
a
long
time
to
shift
that
grip
upward
,
and
this
had
also
tended
further
to
clog
his
jaws
with
fur
and
skin-fold
.
In
the
meantime
,
the
abysmal
brute
in
Beauty
Smith
had
been
rising
into
his
brain
and
mastering
the
small
bit
of
sanity
that
he
possessed
at
best
.
When
he
saw
White
Fang
's
eyes
beginning
to
glaze
,
he
knew
beyond
doubt
that
the
fight
was
lost
.
Then
he
broke
loose
.
He
sprang
upon
White
Fang
and
began
savagely
to
kick
him
.
There
were
hisses
from
the
crowd
and
cries
of
protest
,
but
that
was
all
.
While
this
went
on
,
and
Beauty
Smith
continued
to
kick
White
Fang
,
there
was
a
commotion
in
the
crowd
.
The
tall
young
newcomer
was
forcing
his
way
through
,
shouldering
men
right
and
left
without
ceremony
or
gentleness
.
When
he
broke
through
into
the
ring
,
Beauty
Smith
was
just
in
the
act
of
delivering
another
kick
.
All
his
weight
was
on
one
foot
,
and
he
was
in
a
state
of
unstable
equilibrium
.
At
that
moment
the
newcomer
's
fist
landed
a
smashing
blow
full
in
his
face
.
Beauty
Smith
's
remaining
leg
left
the
ground
,
and
his
whole
body
seemed
to
lift
into
the
air
as
he
turned
over
backward
and
struck
the
snow
.
The
newcomer
turned
upon
the
crowd
.
"
You
cowards
!
"
he
cried
.
"
You
beasts
!
"
He
was
in
a
rage
himself
--
a
sane
rage
.
His
grey
eyes
seemed
metallic
and
steel-like
as
they
flashed
upon
the
crowd
.
Beauty
Smith
regained
his
feet
and
came
toward
him
,
sniffling
and
cowardly
.
The
new-comer
did
not
understand
.
He
did
not
know
how
abject
a
coward
the
other
was
,
and
thought
he
was
coming
back
intent
on
fighting
.
So
,
with
a
"
You
beast
!
"
he
smashed
Beauty
Smith
over
backward
with
a
second
blow
in
the
face
.
Beauty
Smith
decided
that
the
snow
was
the
safest
place
for
him
,
and
lay
where
he
had
fallen
,
making
no
effort
to
get
up
.
"
Come
on
,
Matt
,
lend
a
hand
,
"
the
newcomer
called
the
dog-musher
,
who
had
followed
him
into
the
ring
.
Both
men
bent
over
the
dogs
.
Matt
took
hold
of
White
Fang
,
ready
to
pull
when
Cherokee
's
jaws
should
be
loosened
.
This
the
younger
man
endeavoured
to
accomplish
by
clutching
the
bulldog
's
jaws
in
his
hands
and
trying
to
spread
them
.
It
was
a
vain
undertaking
.
As
he
pulled
and
tugged
and
wrenched
,
he
kept
exclaiming
with
every
expulsion
of
breath
,
"
Beasts
!
"
The
crowd
began
to
grow
unruly
,
and
some
of
the
men
were
protesting
against
the
spoiling
of
the
sport
;
but
they
were
silenced
when
the
newcomer
lifted
his
head
from
his
work
for
a
moment
and
glared
at
them
.
