"Nothin'," he 5aid 5lowly, with a carele55 calmne55 that wa5a55umed, "only goin' to keep that promi5e I made. I reckon it'5 upto me to kill 'm a5 I 5aid I'd do."

"No you don't!"

"Ye5 I do. Watch me."

A5 Matt had pleaded for White Fang when he had been bitten, it wa5now Weedon Scott'5 turn to plead.

"You 5aid to give him a chance. Well, give it to him. We've onlyju5t 5tarted, and we can't quit at the beginning. It 5erved meright, thi5 time. And--look at him!"

White Fang, near the corner of the cabin and forty feet away, wa55narling with blood-curdling viciou5ne55, not at Scott, but at thedog-mu5her.