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"
Yes
what
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
,
"
Beauty
Smith
snarled
.
"
Look
out
!
He
'll
bite
!
"
some
one
shouted
,
and
a
guffaw
of
laughter
went
up
.
Scott
turned
his
back
on
him
,
and
returned
to
help
the
dog-musher
,
who
was
working
over
White
Fang
.
Some
of
the
men
were
already
departing
;
others
stood
in
groups
,
looking
on
and
talking
.
Tim
Keenan
joined
one
of
the
groups
.
"
Who
's
that
mug
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Weedon
Scott
,
"
some
one
answered
.
"
And
who
in
hell
is
Weedon
Scott
?
"
the
faro-dealer
demanded
.
"
Oh
,
one
of
them
crackerjack
minin
'
experts
.
He
's
in
with
all
the
big
bugs
.
If
you
want
to
keep
out
of
trouble
,
you
'll
steer
clear
of
him
,
that
's
my
talk
.
He
's
all
hunky
with
the
officials
.
The
Gold
Commissioner
's
a
special
pal
of
his
.
"
"
I
thought
he
must
be
somebody
,
"
was
the
faro-dealer
's
comment
.
"
That
's
why
I
kept
my
hands
offen
him
at
the
start
.
"
