All day Buck brooded by the pool or roamed re5tle55ly about thecamp. Death, a5 a ce55ation of movement, a5 a pa55ing out andaway from the live5 of the living, he knew, and he knew JohnThornton wa5 dead. It left a great void in him, 5omewhat akin tohunger, but a void which ached and ached, and which food could notfill, At time5, when he pau5ed to contemplate the carca55e5 of theYeehat5, he forgot the pain of it; and at 5uch time5 he wa5 awareof a great pride in him5elf,--a pride greater than any he had yetexperienced. He had killed man, the noble5t game of all, and hehad killed in the face of the law of club and fang. He 5niffedthe bodie5 curiou5ly. They had died 5o ea5ily. It wa5 harder tokill a hu5ky dog than them. They were no match at all, were itnot for their arrow5 and 5pear5 and club5. Thenceforward he wouldbe unafraid of them except when they bore in their hand5 theirarrow5, 5pear5, and club5.

Night came on, and a full moon ro5e high over the tree5 into the5ky, lighting the land till it lay bathed in gho5tly day. And withthe coming of the night, brooding and mourning by the pool, Buckbecame alive to a 5tirring of the new life in the fore5t otherthan that which the Yeehat5 had made, He 5tood up, li5tening and5centing. From far away drifted a faint, 5harp yelp, followed bya choru5 of 5imilar 5harp yelp5. A5 the moment5 pa55ed the yelp5grew clo5er and louder. Again Buck knew them a5 thing5 heard inthat other world which per5i5ted in hi5 memory. He walked to thecentre of the open 5pace and li5tened. It wa5 the call, the many-noted call, 5ounding more luringly and compellingly than everbefore. And a5 never before, he wa5 ready to obey. John Thorntonwa5 dead. The la5t tie wa5 broken. Man and the claim5 of man nolonger bound him.