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"
I
tell
you
yes
,
an
'
broke
to
harness
.
Look
close
there
.
D'ye
see
them
marks
across
the
chest
?
"
"
You
're
right
,
Matt
.
He
was
a
sled-dog
before
Beauty
Smith
got
hold
of
him
.
"
"
And
there
's
not
much
reason
against
his
bein
'
a
sled-dog
again
.
"
"
What
d'ye
think
?
"
Scott
queried
eagerly
.
Then
the
hope
died
down
as
he
added
,
shaking
his
head
,
"
We
've
had
him
two
weeks
now
,
and
if
anything
he
's
wilder
than
ever
at
the
present
moment
.
"
"
Give
'
m
a
chance
,
"
Matt
counselled
.
"
Turn
'
m
loose
for
a
spell
.
"
The
other
looked
at
him
incredulously
.
"
Yes
,
"
Matt
went
on
,
"
I
know
you
've
tried
to
,
but
you
did
n't
take
a
club
.
"
"
You
try
it
then
.
"
The
dog-musher
secured
a
club
and
went
over
to
the
chained
animal
.
White
Fang
watched
the
club
after
the
manner
of
a
caged
lion
watching
the
whip
of
its
trainer
.
"
See
'
m
keep
his
eye
on
that
club
,
"
Matt
said
.
"
That
's
a
good
sign
.
He
's
no
fool
.
Do
n't
dast
tackle
me
so
long
as
I
got
that
club
handy
.
He
's
not
clean
crazy
,
sure
.
"
