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"
Here
!
What
are
you
doing
?
"
Scott
cried
suddenly
.
Matt
had
dashed
into
the
cabin
and
come
out
with
a
rifle
.
"
Nothin
'
,
"
he
said
slowly
,
with
a
careless
calmness
that
was
assumed
,
"
only
goin
'
to
keep
that
promise
I
made
.
I
reckon
it
's
up
to
me
to
kill
'
m
as
I
said
I
'd
do
.
"
"
No
you
do
n't
!
"
"
Yes
I
do
.
Watch
me
.
"
As
Matt
had
pleaded
for
White
Fang
when
he
had
been
bitten
,
it
was
now
Weedon
Scott
's
turn
to
plead
.
"
You
said
to
give
him
a
chance
.
Well
,
give
it
to
him
.
We
've
only
just
started
,
and
we
ca
n't
quit
at
the
beginning
.
It
served
me
right
,
this
time
.
And
--
look
at
him
!
"
White
Fang
,
near
the
corner
of
the
cabin
and
forty
feet
away
,
was
snarling
with
blood-curdling
viciousness
,
not
at
Scott
,
but
at
the
dog
~
musher
.
"
Well
,
I
'll
be
everlastingly
gosh-swoggled
!
"
was
the
dog-musher
's
expression
of
astonishment
.
"
Look
at
the
intelligence
of
him
,
"
Scott
went
on
hastily
.
"
He
knows
the
meaning
of
firearms
as
well
as
you
do
.
He
's
got
intelligence
and
we
've
got
to
give
that
intelligence
a
chance
.
Put
up
the
gun
.
"
