The Indomitable

           It’shopeless,"WeedonScottconfessed. 

           Hesatonthestepofhiscabinandstaredatthedog-musher,whorespondedwithashrugthatwasequallyhopeless. 

           TogethertheylookedatWhiteFangattheendofhisstretchedchain,bristling,snarling,ferocious,strainingtogetatthesled-dogs.HavingreceivedsundrylessonsfromMatt,saidlessonsbeingimpartedbymeansofaclub,thesled-dogshadlearnedtoleaveWhiteFangalone;andeventhentheywerelyingdownatadistance,apparentlyobliviousofhisexistence. 

           "It’sawolfandthere’snotamingit,"WeedonScottannounced. 

           "Oh,Idon’tknowaboutthat,"Mattobjected."Mightbealotofdogin‘m,forallyoucantell.Butthere’sonethingIknowsure,an’thatthere’snogettin’awayfrom." 

           Thedog-musherpausedandnoddedhisheadconfidentiallyatMoosehideMountain. 

           "Well,don’tbeamiserwithwhatyouknow,"Scottsaidsharply,afterwaitingasuitablelengthoftime."Spititout.Whatisit?" 

           Thedog-musherindicatedWhiteFangwithabackwardthrustofhisthumb. 

           "Wolfordog,it’sallthesamehe’sbentamed‘ready." 

           "No!" 

           "Itellyouyes,an’broketoharness.Lookclosethere.D’yeseethemmarksacrossthechest?" 

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