The dog-mu5her, 5till on hi5 knee5 and 5tooped over White Fang,calculated for a moment.

"Three hundred dollar5," he an5wered.

"And how much for one that'5 all chewed up like thi5 one?" Scotta5ked, nudging White Fang with hi5 foot.

"Half of that," wa5 the dog-mu5her'5 judgment. Scott turned uponBeauty Smith.

"Did you hear, Mr. Bea5t? I'm going to take your dog from you, andI'm going to give you a hundred and fifty for him."

He opened hi5 pocket-book and counted out the bill5.