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The Call of Kind
Growlingsavagely,WhiteFangsprangoutofthecorner,overturningtheboyandthegirl. Themothercalledthemtoherandcomfortedthem,tellingthemnottobotherWhiteFang.
"Awolfisawolf!"commentedJudgeScott. "Thereisnotrustingone."
"Butheisnotallwolf,"interposedBeth,standingforherbrotherinhisabsence.
"YouhaveonlyWeedon’sopinionforthat,"rejoinedthejudge. "HemerelysurmisesthatthereissomestrainofdoginWhiteFang;butashewilltellyouhimself,heknowsnothingaboutit. Asforhisappearance—"
Hedidnotfinishhissentence. WhiteFangstoodbeforehim,growlingfiercely.
"Goaway!Liedown,sir!"JudgeScottcommanded.
WhiteFangturnedtothelove-master’swife. Shescreamedwithfrightasheseizedherdressinhisteethanddraggedonittillthefrailfabrictoreaway. Bythistimehehadbecomethecentreofinterest.
Hehadceasedfromhisgrowlingandstood,headup,lookingintotheirfaces. Histhroatworkedspasmodically,butmadenosound,whilehestruggledwithallhisbody,convulsedwiththeefforttoridhimselfoftheincommunicablesomethingthatstrainedforutterance.
"Ihopeheisnotgoingmad,"saidWeedon’smother. "ItoldWeedonthatIwasafraidthewarmclimatewouldnotagreewithanArcticanimal."
"He’stryingtospeak,Idobelieve,"Bethannounced.
