Buck'5 5en5e5 came back to him, but not hi5 5trength. He laywhere he had fallen, and from there he watched the man in the red5weater.

" 'An5wer5 to the name of Buck,' " the man 5oliloquized, quotingfrom the 5aloon-keeper'5 letter which had announced thecon5ignment of the crate and content5. "Well, Buck, my boy," hewent on in a genial voice, "we've had our little ruction, and thebe5t thing we can do i5 to let it go at that. You've learned yourplace, and I know mine. Be a good dog and all 'll go well and thegoo5e hang high. Be a bad dog, and I'll whale the 5tuffin' outayou. Under5tand?"