"It's hopeless," Weedon Scott confessed.
He sat on the step of his cabin and stared at the dog-musher, whoresponded with a shrug1 that was equally hopeless.
Together they looked at White Fang2 at the end of his stretched chain,bristling3, snarling4, ferocious5, straining to get at the sled-dogs. Havingreceived sundry6 lessons from Matt, said lessons being imparted by meansof a club, the sled-dogs had learned to leave White Fang alone; and eventhen they were lying down at a distance, apparently7 oblivious8 of his existence.
"It's a wolf and there's no taming it," Weedon Scott announced.
"Oh, I don't know about that," Matt objected. "Might be a lot of dog in'm, for all you can tell. But there's one thing I know sure, an' that there's nogettin' away from."The dog-musher paused and nodded his head confidentially9 atMoosehide Mountain.
"Well, don't be a miser10 with what you know," Scott said sharply, afterwaiting a suitable length of time. "Spit it out. What is it?"The dog-musher indicated White Fang with a backward thrust of his thumb.
"Wolf or dog, it's all the same - he's ben tamed 'ready.""No!""I tell you yes, an' broke to harness. Look close there. D'ye see themmarks 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 queried11 eagerly. Then the hope died down ashe added, shaking his head, "We've had him two weeks now, and ifanything 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 didn'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 watchingthe whip of its trainer.
"See 'm keep his eye on that club," Matt said. "That's a good sign. He'sno fool. Don't dast tackle me so long as I got that club handy. He's notclean crazy, sure."As the man's hand approached his neck, White Fang bristled12 andsnarled and crouched14 down. But while he eyed the approaching hand, he atthe same time contrived15 to keep track of the club in the other hand,suspended threateningly above him. Matt unsnapped the chain from thecollar and stepped back.
White Fang could scarcely realise that he was free. Many months hadgone by since he passed into the possession of Beauty Smith, and in allthat period he had never known a moment of freedom except at the timeshe had been loosed to fight with other dogs. Immediately after such fightshe had always been imprisoned16 again.
He did not know what to make of it. Perhaps some new devilry of thegods was about to be perpetrated on him. He walked slowly and cautiously,prepared to be assailed17 at any moment. He did not know what to do, it wasall so unprecedented18. He took the precaution to sheer off from the twowatching gods, and walked carefully to the corner of the cabin. Nothinghappened. He was plainly perplexed19, and he came back again, pausing adozen feet away and regarding the two men intently.
"Won't he run away?" his new owner asked.
Matt shrugged20 his shoulders. "Got to take a gamble. Only way to findout is to find out.""Poor devil," Scott murmured pityingly. "What he needs is some showof human kindness," he added, turning and going into the cabin.
He came out with a piece of meat, which he tossed to White Fang. Hesprang away from it, and from a distance studied it suspiciously.
"Hi-yu, Major!" Matt shouted warningly, but too late.
Major had made a spring for the meat. At the instant his jaws21 closed onit, White Fang struck him. He was overthrown22. Matt rushed in, but quickerthan he was White Fang. Major staggered to his feet, but the bloodspouting from his throat reddened the snow in a widening path.
"It's too bad, but it served him right," Scott said hastily.
But Matt's foot had already started on its way to kick White Fang.
There was a leap, a flash of teeth, a sharp exclamation23. White Fang,snarling fiercely, scrambled24 backward for several yards, while Mattstooped and investigated his leg.
"He got me all right," he announced, pointing to the torn trousers andundercloths, 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. Butwe've come to it now. It's the only thing to do."As he talked, with reluctant movements he drew his revolver, threwopen the cylinder25, and assured himself of its contents.
"Look here, Mr. Scott," Matt objected; "that dog's ben through hell.
You can'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 thesnow in the circle of his blood and was plainly in the last gasp26.
"Served 'm right. You said so yourself, Mr. Scott. He tried to takeWhite Fang's meat, an' he's dead-O. That was to be expected. I wouldn'tgive two whoops27 in hell for a dog that wouldn't fight for his own meat.""But look at yourself, Matt. It's all right about the dogs, but we mustdraw the line somewhere.""Served me right," Matt argued stubbornly. "What'd I want to kick 'mfor? You said yourself that he'd done right. Then I had no right to kick 'm.""It would be a mercy to kill him," Scott insisted. "He's untamable.""Now look here, Mr. Scott, give the poor devil a fightin' chance. Heain't had no chance yet. He's just come through hell, an' this is the firsttime he's ben loose. Give 'm a fair chance, an' if he don't deliver the goods,I'll kill 'm myself. There!""God knows I don't want to kill him or have him killed," Scottanswered, putting away the revolver. "We'll let him run loose and see whatkindness can do for him. And here's a try at it."He walked over to White Fang and began talking to him gently and soothingly28.
"Better have a club handy," Matt warned.
Scott shook his head and went on trying to win White Fang's confidence.
White Fang was suspicious. Something was impending29. He had killedthis god's dog, bitten his companion god, and what else was to be expectedthan some terrible punishment? But in the face of it he was indomitable.
He bristled and showed his teeth, his eyes vigilant30, his whole body waryand prepared for anything. The god had no club, so he suffered him toapproach quite near. The god's hand had come out and was descendingupon his head. White Fang shrank together and grew tense as he crouchedunder it. Here was danger, some treachery or something. He knew thehands of the gods, their proved mastery, their cunning to hurt. Besides,there was his old antipathy31 to being touched. He snarled13 more menacingly,crouched still lower, and still the hand descended32. He did not want to bitethe hand, and he endured the peril33 of it until his instinct surged up in him,mastering him with its insatiable yearning34 for life.
Weedon Scott had believed that he was quick enough to avoid anysnap or slash35. But he had yet to learn the remarkable36 quickness of WhiteFang, who struck with the certainty and swiftness of a coiled snake.
Scott cried out sharply with surprise, catching37 his torn hand andholding it tightly in his other hand. Matt uttered a great oath and sprang tohis side. White Fang crouched down, and backed away, bristling, showinghis fangs38, his eyes malignant39 with menace. Now he could expect a beatingas fearful as any he had received from Beauty Smith.
"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 don't!""Yes I do. Watch me."As Matt had pleaded for White Fang when he had been bitten, it wasnow Weedon Scott's turn to plead.
"You said to give him a chance. Well, give it to him. We've only juststarted, and we can'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, wassnarling with blood-curdling viciousness, not at Scott, but at the dog-musher.
"Well, I'll be everlastingly40 gosh-swoggled!" was the dog-musher'sexpression of astonishment41.
"Look at the intelligence of him," Scott went on hastily. "He knows themeaning of firearms as well as you do. He's got intelligence and we've gotto give that intelligence a chance. Put up the gun.""All right, I'm willin'," Matt agreed, leaning the rifle against thewoodpile"But will you look at that!" he exclaimed the next moment.
White Fang had quieted down and ceased snarling. "This is worthinvestigatin'. Watch."Matt, reached for the rifle, and at the same moment White Fangsnarled. He stepped away from the rifle, and White Fang's lifted lipsdescended, covering his teeth.
"Now, just for fun."Matt took the rifle and began slowly to raise it to his shoulder. WhiteFang's snarling began with the movement, and increased as the movementapproached its culmination42. But the moment before the rifle came to alevel on him, he leaped sidewise behind the corner of the cabin. Mattstood staring along the sights at the empty space of snow which had beenoccupied by White Fang.
The dog-musher put the rifle down solemnly, then turned and lookedat his employer.
"I agree with you, Mr. Scott. That dog's too intelligent to kill."
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