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           Therewasagreatsnarlingandgrowling,andoverallaroseasmashingandcrashingoffurnitureandglass. 

           Butalmostasquicklyasithadarisen,thecommotiondiedaway. Thestrugglehadnotlastedmorethanthreeminutes. Thefrightenedhouseholdclusteredatthetopofthestairway. Frombelow,asfromoutanabyssofblackness,cameupagurglingsound,asofairbubblingthroughwater. Sometimesthisgurglebecamesibilant,almostawhistle. Butthis,too,quicklydieddownandceased. Thennaughtcameupoutoftheblacknesssaveaheavypantingofsomecreaturestrugglingsorelyforair. 

           WeedonScottpressedabutton,andthestaircaseanddownstairshallwerefloodedwithlight.ThenheandJudgeScott,revolversinhand,cautiouslydescended. Therewasnoneedforthiscaution. WhiteFanghaddonehiswork. Inthemidstofthewreckageofoverthrownandsmashedfurniture,partlyonhisside,hisfacehiddenbyanarm,layaman. WeedonScottbentover,removedthearmandturnedtheman’sfaceupward. Agapingthroatexplainedthemannerofhisdeath. 

           "JimHall,"saidJudgeScott, andfatherandsonlookedsignificantlyateachother. 

           ThentheyturnedtoWhiteFang. He,too,waslyingonhisside. Hiseyeswereclosed,butthelidsslightlyliftedinanefforttolookatthemastheybentoverhim,andthetailwasperceptiblyagitatedinavainefforttowag. WeedonScottpattedhim,andhisthroatrumbledanacknowledginggrowl. Butitwasaweakgrowlatbest,anditquicklyceased. Hiseyelidsdroopedandwentshut,andhiswholebodyseemedtorelaxandflattenoutuponthefloor. 

           "He’sallin,poordevil,"mutteredthemaster.