Білий ікол
The Southland
ShelookedatWhiteFang,whosnarledandbristledandglaredmalevolently.
"He’llhavetolearn,andheshall,withoutpostponement,"Scottsaid.
HespokesoftlytoWhiteFanguntilhehadquietedhim,thenhisvoicebecamefirm.
"Down,sir! Downwithyou!"
Thishadbeenoneofthethingstaughthimbythemaster,andWhiteFangobeyed,thoughhelaydownreluctantlyandsullenly.
"Now,mother."
Scottopenedhisarmstoher,butkepthiseyesonWhiteFang.
"Down!"hewarned."Down!"
WhiteFang,bristlingsilently,half-crouchingasherose,sankbackandwatchedthehostileactrepeated. Butnoharmcameofit,noroftheembracefromthestrangeman-godthatfollowed. Thentheclothes-bagsweretakenintothecarriage,thestrangegodsandthelove-masterfollowed,andWhiteFangpursued,nowrunningvigilantlybehind,nowbristlinguptotherunninghorsesandwarningthemthathewastheretoseethatnoharmbefellthegodtheydraggedsoswiftlyacrosstheearth.
Attheendoffifteenminutes,thecarriageswunginthroughastonegatewayandonbetweenadoublerowofarchedandinterlacingwalnuttrees. Oneithersidestretchedlawns,theirbroadsweepbrokenhereandtherebygreatsturdy-limbedoaks. Intheneardistance,incontrastwiththeyoung-greenofthetendedgrass,sunburnthay-fieldsshowedtanandgold; whilebeyondwerethetawnyhillsanduplandpastures.
