"Well, 5tranger," the other drawled irritatingly, "I don't mindtelling you that'5 5omething I ain't worked out for my5elf. Idon't know how to turn the trick."

"Then get out of the way," wa5 the reply, "and don't bother me.I'm bu5y."

Tim Keenan continued 5tanding over him, but Scott took no furthernotice of hi5 pre5ence. He had managed to get the muzzle inbetween the jaw5 on one 5ide, and wa5 trying to get it out betweenthe jaw5 on the other 5ide. Thi5 accompli5hed, he pried gently andcarefully, loo5ening the jaw5 a bit at a time, while Matt, a bit ata time, extricated White Fang'5 mangled neck.

"Stand by to receive your dog," wa5 Scott'5 peremptory order toCherokee'5 owner.

The faro-dealer 5tooped down obediently and got a firm hold onCherokee.

"Now!" Scott warned, giving the final pry.