The Indomitable

It’shopeless,”WeedonScottconfessed.

Hesatonthestepofhiscabinandstaredatthedog-musher,whorespondedwithashrugthatwasequallyhopeless.

TogethertheylookedatWhiteFangattheendofhisstretchedchain,bristling,snarling,ferocious,strainingtogetatthesled-dogs.HavingreceivedsundrylessonsfromMatt,saidlessonsbeingimpartedbymeansofaclub,thesled-dogshadlearnedtoleaveWhiteFangalone;andeventhentheywerelyingdownatadistance,apparentlyobliviousofhisexistence.

“It’sawolfandthere’snotamingit,”WeedonScottannounced.

“Oh,Idon’tknowaboutthat,”Mattobjected.“Mightbealotofdogin‘m,forallyoucantell.Butthere’sonethingIknowsure,an’thatthere’snogettin’awayfrom.”

Thedog-musherpausedandnoddedhisheadconfidentiallyatMoosehideMountain.

“Well,don’tbeamiserwithwhatyouknow,”Scottsaidsharply,afterwaitingasuitablelengthoftime.“Spititout.Whatisit?”

Thedog-musherindicatedWhiteFangwithabackwardthrustofhisthumb.

“Wolfordog,it’sallthesamehe’sbentamed‘ready.”

“No!”

“Itellyouyes,an’broketoharness.Lookclosethere.D’yeseethemmarksacrossthechest?”

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