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But
Matt
's
foot
had
already
started
on
its
way
to
kick
White
Fang
.
There
was
a
leap
,
a
flash
of
teeth
,
a
sharp
exclamation
.
White
Fang
,
snarling
fiercely
,
scrambled
backward
for
several
yards
,
while
Matt
stooped
and
investigated
his
leg
.
"
He
got
me
all
right
,
"
he
announced
,
pointing
to
the
torn
trousers
and
undercloths
,
and
the
growing
stain
of
red
.
"
I
told
you
it
was
hopeless
,
Matt
,
"
Scott
said
in
a
discouraged
voice
.
"
I
've
thought
about
it
off
and
on
,
while
not
wanting
to
think
of
it
.
But
we
've
come
to
it
now
.
It
's
the
only
thing
to
do
.
"
As
he
talked
,
with
reluctant
movements
he
drew
his
revolver
,
threw
open
the
cylinder
,
and
assured
himself
of
its
contents
.
"
Look
here
,
Mr.
Scott
,
"
Matt
objected
;
"
that
dog
's
ben
through
hell
.
You
ca
n't
expect
'
m
to
come
out
a
white
an
'
shinin
'
angel
.
Give
'
m
time
.
"
"
Look
at
Major
,
"
the
other
rejoined
.
The
dog-musher
surveyed
the
stricken
dog
.
He
had
sunk
down
on
the
snow
in
the
circle
of
his
blood
and
was
plainly
in
the
last
gasp
.
"
Served
'
m
right
.
You
said
so
yourself
,
Mr.
Scott
.
He
tried
to
take
White
Fang
's
meat
,
an
'
he
's
dead-O
.
That
was
to
be
expected
.
I
would
n't
give
two
whoops
in
hell
for
a
dog
that
would
n't
fight
for
his
own
meat
.
"
"
But
look
at
yourself
,
Matt
.
It
's
all
right
about
the
dogs
,
but
we
must
draw
the
line
somewhere
.
"
"
Served
me
right
,
"
Matt
argued
stubbornly
.
"
What
'd
I
want
to
kick
'
m
for
?
You
said
yourself
that
he
'd
done
right
.
Then
I
had
no
right
to
kick
'
m.
"
