Білий ікол
The Southland
"Nevermind,father. Itisgooddiscipline. WhiteFangwillhavetolearnmanythings,andit’sjustaswellthathebeginsnow. He’lladjusthimselfallright."
Thecarriagedroveon,andstillCollieblockedWhiteFang’sway. Hetriedtooutrunherbyleavingthedriveandcirclingacrossthelawnbutsheranontheinnerandsmallercircle,andwasalwaysthere,facinghimwithhertworowsofgleamingteeth. Backhecircled,acrossthedrivetotheotherlawn,andagainsheheadedhimoff.
Thecarriagewasbearingthemasteraway. WhiteFangcaughtglimpsesofitdisappearingamongstthetrees. Thesituationwasdesperate. Heessayedanothercircle. Shefollowed,runningswiftly. Andthen,suddenly,heturneduponher. Itwashisoldfightingtrick.Shouldertoshoulder,hestruckhersquarely. Notonlywassheoverthrown.Sofasthadshebeenrunningthatsherolledalong,nowonherback,nowonherside, asshestruggledtostop,clawinggravelwithherfeetandcryingshrillyherhurtprideandindignation.
WhiteFangdidnotwait. Thewaywasclear,andthatwasallhehadwanted. Shetookafterhim,neverceasingheroutcry. Itwasthestraightawaynow,andwhenitcametorealrunning,WhiteFangcouldteachherthings. Sheranfrantically,hysterically,strainingtotheutmost,advertisingtheeffortshewasmakingwitheveryleap: andallthetimeWhiteFangslidsmoothlyawayfromhersilently,withouteffort,glidinglikeaghostovertheground.
Asheroundedthehousetotheporte-cochere,hecameuponthecarriage.Ithadstopped,andthemasterwasalighting. Atthismoment,stillrunningattopspeed,WhiteFangbecamesuddenlyawareofanattackfromtheside. Itwasadeer-houndrushinguponhim. WhiteFangtriedtofaceit. Buthewasgoingtoofast,andthehoundwastooclose.
