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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’dhaveadeadDickinsideoneminutetwominutesatthefarthest." 

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