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           YoucleanswindledBeautySmithontopofpushin’hisfaceinwithyourfist." 

           ArecrudescenceofangerglintedinWeedonScott’sgreyeyes,andhemutteredsavagely, "Thebeast!" 

           InthelatespringagreattroublecametoWhiteFang. Withoutwarning,thelove-masterdisappeared. Therehadbeenwarning,butWhiteFangwasunversedinsuchthingsanddidnotunderstandthepackingofagrip. Herememberedafterwardsthathispackinghadprecededthemaster’sdisappearance;butatthetimehesuspectednothing. Thatnighthewaitedforthemastertoreturn. Atmidnightthechillwindthatblewdrovehimtoshelterattherearofthecabin. Therehedrowsed,onlyhalfasleep,hisearskeyedforthefirstsoundofthefamiliarstep. But,attwointhemorning,hisanxietydrovehimouttothecoldfrontstoop,wherehecrouched,andwaited. 

           Butnomastercame. InthemorningthedooropenedandMattsteppedoutside. WhiteFanggazedathimwistfully. Therewasnocommonspeechbywhichhemightlearnwhathewantedtoknow. Thedayscameandwent,butneverthemaster. WhiteFang,whohadneverknownsicknessinhislife,becamesick. Hebecameverysick,sosickthatMattwasfinallycompelledtobringhiminsidethecabin. Also,inwritingtohisemployer,MattdevotedapostscripttoWhiteFang. 

           WeedonScottreadingtheletterdowninCircleCity,cameuponthefollowing: 

           "Thatdamwolfwon’twork. Won’teat. Aintgotnospunkleft. Allthedogsislickinghim. Wantstoknowwhathasbecomeofyou,andIdon’tknowhowtotellhim. Mebbeheisgoingtodie."