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The Call of Kind

           WhiteFangwasdisinclinedtodeserthim. Themasterthoughtofwritinganote,butsearchedhispocketsvainlyforpencilandpaper. AgainhecommandedWhiteFangtogohome. 

           Thelatterregardedhimwistfully,startedaway,thenreturnedandwhinedsoftly. Themastertalkedtohimgentlybutseriously,andhecockedhisears,andlistenedwithpainfulintentness. 

           "That’sallright,oldfellow,youjustrunalonghome,"ranthetalk. "Goonhomeandtellthemwhat’shappenedtome. Homewithyou,youwolf.Getalonghome!" 

           WhiteFangknewthemeaningof"home,"andthoughhedidnotunderstandtheremainderofthemaster’slanguage,heknewitwashiswillthatheshouldgohome. Heturnedandtrottedreluctantlyaway. Thenhestopped,undecided,andlookedbackoverhisshoulder. 

           "Gohome!"camethesharpcommand,andthistimeheobeyed. 

           Thefamilywasontheporch,takingthecooloftheafternoon,whenWhiteFangarrived. Hecameinamongthem,panting,coveredwithdust. 

           "Weedon’sback,"Weedon’smotherannounced. 

           ThechildrenwelcomedWhiteFangwithgladcriesandrantomeethim. Heavoidedthemandpasseddowntheporch,buttheycorneredhimagainstarocking-chairandtherailing. Hegrowledandtriedtopushbythem. Theirmotherlookedapprehensivelyintheirdirection. 

           "Iconfess,hemakesmenervousaroundthechildren,"shesaid. "Ihaveadreadthathewillturnuponthemunexpectedlysomeday." 

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