Білий ікол
The Southland
ThesegodsalsomadeoverturestoWhiteFang,buthewarnedthemoffwithasnarl,andthemasterdidlikewisewithwordofmouth. AtsuchtimesWhiteFangleanedincloseagainstthemaster’slegsandreceivedreassuringpatsonthehead.
Thehound,underthecommand,"Dick!Liedown,sir!" hadgoneupthestepsandlaindowntoonesideoftheporch,stillgrowlingandkeepingasullenwatchontheintruder. Colliehadbeentakeninchargebyoneofthewoman-gods,whoheldarmsaroundherneckandpettedandcaressedher; butColliewasverymuchperplexedandworried,whiningandrestless,outragedbythepermittedpresenceofthiswolfandconfidentthatthegodsweremakingamistake.
Allthegodsstartedupthestepstoenterthehouse. WhiteFangfollowedcloselyatthemaster’sheels. Dick,ontheporch,growled,andWhiteFang,onthesteps,bristledandgrowledback.
"TakeCollieinsideandleavethetwoofthemtofightitout,"suggestedScott’sfather. "Afterthatthey’llbefriends."
"ThenWhiteFang,toshowhisfriendship,willhavetobechiefmourneratthefuneral,"laughedthemaster.
TheelderScottlookedincredulously,firstatWhiteFang,thenatDick,andfinallyathisson.
"Youmean...?"
Weedonnoddedhishead. "Imeanjustthat. You’dhaveadeadDickinsideoneminute—twominutesatthefarthest."
