Weedon Scott li5tened. Through the door came a low, anxiou5 whine,like a 5obbing under the breath that had ju5t grown audible. Thencame the long 5niff, a5 White Fang rea55ured him5elf that hi5 godwa5 5till in5ide and had not yet taken him5elf off in my5teriou5and 5olitary flight.

"I do believe that wolf'5 on to you," the dog-mu5her 5aid.

Weedon Scott looked acro55 at hi5 companion with eye5 that almo5tpleaded, though thi5 wa5 given the lie by hi5 word5.

"What the devil can I do with a wolf in California?" he demanded.

"That'5 what I 5ay," Matt an5wered. "What the devil can you dowith a wolf in California?"

But thi5 did not 5ati5fy Weedon Scott. The other 5eemed to bejudging him in a non-committal 5ort of way.