White Fang . wered. « But listen tothat, will you ! Both men stopped. White Fang was howling asdogs howl when their masters lie dead. He wasvoicing an utter woe, his cry bursting upward ingreat, heart-breaking rushes, dying down into quaver-ing misery, and bursting upward again with rushupon rush of grief. The Aurora was the first steamboat of the yearfor the Outside, and her decks were jammed withprosperous adventurers and broken gold seekers, allequally as mad to get to the Outside as they hadbeen originally to get to the Inside. Near the gang-plank, Scott was shaking hands with Matt, who wa
White Fang . wered. « But listen tothat, will you ! Both men stopped. White Fang was howling asdogs howl when their masters lie dead. He wasvoicing an utter woe, his cry bursting upward ingreat, heart-breaking rushes, dying down into quaver-ing misery, and bursting upward again with rushupon rush of grief. The Aurora was the first steamboat of the yearfor the Outside, and her decks were jammed withprosperous adventurers and broken gold seekers, allequally as mad to get to the Outside as they hadbeen originally to get to the Inside. Near the gang-plank, Scott was shaking hands with Matt, who waspreparing to go ashore. But Matts hand went limpin the others grasp as his gaze shot past and remainedfixed on something behind him. Scott turned to on the deck several feet away and watchingwistfully was White Fang. The dog-musher swore softly, in awe-strickenaccents. Scott could only look in wonder. Did you lock the front door ? Matt demanded. The other nodded, and asked, «How about theback ?. White Fang was howling as dogs howl when their masters lie dead. THE LONG TRAIL 277 You just bet I did, was the fervent reply. White Fang flattened his ears ingratiatingly, butremained where he was, making no attempt toapproach. Ill have to take m ashore with me. Matt made a couple of steps toward White Fang,but the latter slid away from him. The dog-mushermade a rush of it, and White Fang dodged betweenthe legs of a group of men. Ducking, turning, doub-ling, he slid about the deck, eluding the others effortsto capture him. But when the love-master spoke, White Fang cameto him with prompt obedience. Wont come to the hand thats fed m all thesemonths, the dog-musher muttered resentfully. « Andyou — you aint never fed m after them first days ofgettin acquainted. Im blamed if I can see how heworks it out that youre the boss. Scott, who had been patting White Fang, suddenlybent closer and pointed out fresh-made cuts on hismuzzle, and a gash between the eyes. Matt bent over
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