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The Indomitable
WhiteFang,nearthecornerofthecabinandfortyfeetaway,wassnarlingwithblood-curdlingviciousness,notatScott,butatthedog~musher.
"Well,I’llbeeverlastinglygosh-swoggled!"wasthedog-musher’sexpressionofastonishment.
"Lookattheintelligenceofhim,"Scottwentonhastily."Heknowsthemeaningoffirearmsaswellasyoudo.He’sgotintelligenceandwe’vegottogivethatintelligenceachance.Putupthegun."
"Allright,I’mwillin’,"Mattagreed,leaningtherifleagainstthewoodpile.
"Butwillyoulookatthat!"heexclaimedthenextmoment.
WhiteFanghadquieteddownandceasedsnarling."Thisisworthinvestigatin’.Watch."
Matt,reachedfortherifle,andatthesamemomentWhiteFangsnarled.Hesteppedawayfromtherifle,andWhiteFang’sliftedlipsdescended,coveringhisteeth.
"Now,justforfun."
Matttooktherifleandbeganslowlytoraiseittohisshoulder.WhiteFang’ssnarlingbeganwiththemovement,andincreasedasthemovementapproacheditsculmination.Butthemomentbeforetheriflecametoalevelonhim,heleapedsidewisebehindthecornerofthecabin.MattstoodstaringalongthesightsattheemptyspaceofsnowwhichhadbeenoccupiedbyWhiteFang.
