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           ItwasasMatthadsaid. WhiteFanghadceasedeating,lostheart,andallowedeverydogoftheteamtothrashhim. Inthecabinhelayonthefloornearthestove,withoutinterestinfood,inMatt,norinlife. Mattmighttalkgentlytohimorswearathim,itwasallthesame; heneverdidmorethanturnhisdulleyesupontheman,thendrophisheadbacktoitscustomarypositiononhisfore-paws. 

           Andthen,onenight,Matt,readingtohimselfwithmovinglipsandmumbledsounds,wasstartledbyalowwhinefromWhiteFang. Hehadgotuponhisfeet,hisearscockedtowardsthedoor,andhewaslisteningintently. Amomentlater,Mattheardafootstep. Thedooropened,andWeedonScottsteppedin. Thetwomenshookhands. ThenScottlookedaroundtheroom. 

           "Where’sthewolf?"heasked. 

           Thenhediscoveredhim,standingwherehehadbeenlying,neartothestove. Hehadnotrushedforwardafterthemannerofotherdogs.Hestood,watchingandwaiting. 

           "Holysmoke!"Mattexclaimed."Lookat‘mwaghistail!" 

           WeedonScottstrodehalfacrosstheroomtowardhim,atthesametimecallinghim. WhiteFangcametohim,notwithagreatbound,yetquickly. Hewasawakenedfromself-consciousness,butashedrewnear,hiseyestookonastrangeexpression. Something,anincommunicablevastnessoffeeling,roseupintohiseyesasalightandshoneforth. 

           "Heneverlookedatmethatwayallthetimeyouwasgone!"Mattcommented.