The Long Trail

Itwasintheair.WhiteFangsensedthecomingcalamity,evenbeforetherewastangibleevidenceofit.Invaguewaysitwasborneinuponhimthatachangewasimpending.Heknewnothownorwhy,yethegothisfeeloftheoncomingeventfromthegodsthemselves.Inwayssubtlerthantheyknew,theybetrayedtheirintentionstothewolf-dogthathauntedthecabin-stoop,andthat,thoughhenevercameinsidethecabin,knewwhatwentoninsidetheirbrains.

“Listentothat,willyou!”thedug-musherexclaimedatsupperonenight.

WeedonScottlistened.Throughthedoorcamealow,anxiouswhine,likeasobbingunderthebreaththathadjustgrownaudible.Thencamethelongsniff,asWhiteFangreassuredhimselfthathisgodwasstillinsideandhadnotyettakenhimselfoffinmysteriousandsolitaryflight.

“Idobelievethatwolf’sontoyou,”thedog-mushersaid.

WeedonScottlookedacrossathiscompanionwitheyesthatalmostpleaded,thoughthiswasgiventheliebyhiswords.

“WhatthedevilcanIdowithawolfinCalifornia?”hedemanded.

“That’swhatIsay,”Mattanswered.“WhatthedevilcanyoudowithawolfinCalifornia?”

ButthisdidnotsatisfyWeedonScott.Theotherseemedtobejudginghiminanon-committalsortofway.

“Whiteman’sdogswouldhavenoshowagainsthim,”Scottwenton.“He’dkillthemonsight.Ifhedidn’tbankruptmewithdamagedsuits,theauthoritieswouldtakehimawayfrommeandelectrocutehim.”

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