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The Clinging Death
Thisaccomplished,hepriedgentlyandcarefully,looseningthejawsabitatatime,whileMatt,abitatatime,extricatedWhiteFang’smangledneck.
"Standbytoreceiveyourdog,"wasScott’speremptoryordertoCherokee’sowner.
Thefaro-dealerstoopeddownobedientlyandgotafirmholdonCherokee.
"Now!"Scottwarned,givingthefinalpry.
Thedogsweredrawnapart,thebull-dogstrugglingvigorously.
"Takehimaway,"Scottcommanded,andTimKeenandraggedCherokeebackintothecrowd.
WhiteFangmadeseveralineffectualeffortstogetup. Oncehegainedhisfeet,buthislegsweretooweaktosustainhim,andheslowlywiltedandsankbackintothesnow. Hiseyeswerehalfclosed,andthesurfaceofthemwasglassy. Hisjawswereapart,andthroughthemthetongueprotruded,draggledandlimp. Toallappearanceshelookedlikeadogthathadbeenstrangledtodeath. Mattexaminedhim.
"Justaboutallin,"heannounced;"buthe’sbreathin’allright."
BeautySmithhadregainedhisfeetandcomeovertolookatWhiteFang.
"Matt,howmuchisagoodsled-dogworth?"Scottasked.
Thedog-musher,stillonhiskneesandstoopedoverWhiteFang,calculatedforamoment.
"Threehundreddollars,"heanswered.
