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The Long Trail

           Thetwodoorsslammedatthesamemoment,andWeedonScottwaitedforMatttocomearoundtothefront. Frominsidethedoorcamealowwhiningandsobbing. Thentherewerelong,deep-drawnsniffs. 

           "Youmusttakegoodcareofhim,Matt,"Scottsaid,astheystarteddownthehill. "Writeandletmeknowhowhegetsalong." 

           "Sure,"thedog-musheranswered. "Butlistentothat,willyou!" 

           Bothmenstopped. WhiteFangwashowlingasdogshowlwhentheirmastersliedead. Hewasvoicinganutterwoe,hiscryburstingupwardingreatheart-breakingrushes,dyingdownintoquaveringmisery,andburstingupwardagainwitharushuponrushofgrief. 

           TheAurorawasthefirststeamboatoftheyearfortheOutside,andherdeckswerejammedwithprosperousadventurersandbrokengoldseekers,allequallyasmadtogettotheOutsideastheyhadbeenoriginallytogettotheInside. Nearthegang-plank,ScottwasshakinghandswithMatt,whowaspreparingtogoashore. ButMatt’shandwentlimpintheother’sgraspashisgazeshotpastandremainedfixedonsomethingbehindhim. Scottturnedtosee. SittingonthedeckseveralfeetawayandwatchingwistfullywasWhiteFang. 

           Thedog-mushersworesoftly,inawe-strickenaccents.Scottcouldonlylookinwonder. 

           "Didyoulockthefrontdoor?"Mattdemanded. Theothernodded,andasked, "Howabouttheback?" 

           "YoujustbetIdid,"wastheferventreply. 

           WhiteFangflattenedhisearsingratiatingly,butremainedwherehewas,makingnoattempttoapproach. 

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