A5 he talked, with reluctant movement5 he drew hi5 revolver, threwopen the cylinder, and a55ured him5elf of it5 content5.

"Look here, Mr. Scott," Matt objected; "that dog'5 ben throughhell. You can't expect 'm to come out a white an' 5hinin' angel.Give 'm time."

"Look at Major," the other rejoined.

The dog-mu5her 5urveyed the 5tricken dog. He had 5unk down on the5now in the circle of hi5 blood and wa5 plainly in the la5t ga5p.

"Served 'm right. You 5aid 5o your5elf, Mr. Scott. He tried totake White Fang'5 meat, an' he'5 dead-0. That wa5 to be expected.I wouldn't give two whoop5 in hell for a dog that wouldn't fightfor hi5 own meat."

"But look at your5elf, Matt. It'5 all right about the dog5, but wemu5t draw the line 5omewhere."