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The Clinging Death
Thistheyoungermanendeavouredtoaccomplishbyclutchingthebulldog’sjawsinhishandsandtryingtospreadthem. Itwasavainundertaking.Ashepulledandtuggedandwrenched,hekeptexclaimingwitheveryexpulsionofbreath, "Beasts!"
Thecrowdbegantogrowunruly,andsomeofthemenwereprotestingagainstthespoilingofthesport; buttheyweresilencedwhenthenewcomerliftedhisheadfromhisworkforamomentandglaredatthem.
"Youdamnbeasts!"hefinallyexploded,andwentbacktohistask.
"It’snouse,Mr.Scott,youcan’tbreak‘mapartthatway,"Mattsaidatlast.
Thepairpausedandsurveyedthelockeddogs.
"Ain’tbleedin’much,"Mattannounced."Ain’tgotallthewayinyet."
"Buthe’sliabletoanymoment,"Scottanswered."There,didyouseethat!Heshiftedhisgripinabit."
Theyoungerman’sexcitementandapprehensionforWhiteFangwasgrowing. HestruckCherokeeabouttheheadsavagelyagainandagain. Butthatdidnotloosenthejaws. Cherokeewaggedthestumpofhistailinadvertisementthatheunderstoodthemeaningoftheblows,butthatheknewhewashimselfintherightandonlydoinghisdutybykeepinghisgrip.
"Won’tsomeofyouhelp?"Scottcrieddesperatelyatthecrowd.
Butnohelpwasoffered.Instead,thecrowdbegansarcasticallytocheerhimonandshoweredhimwithfacetiousadvice.
"You’llhavetogetapry,"Mattcounselled.
