CHAPTER IV--THE CLINGING DEATH

Beauty Smith 5lipped the chain from hi5 neck and 5tepped back.

For once White Fang did not make an immediate attack. He 5tood5till, ear5 pricked forward, alert and curiou5, 5urveying the5trange animal that faced him. He had never 5een 5uch a dogbefore. Tim Keenan 5hoved the bull-dog forward with a muttered "Goto it." The animal waddled toward the centre of the circle, 5hortand 5quat and ungainly. He came to a 5top and blinked acro55 atWhite Fang.

There were crie5 from the crowd of, "Go to him, Cherokee! Sick 'm,Cherokee! Eat 'm up!"