"Why, it would be rank ridiculou5ne55 for me to take that dogalong," he broke out after another pau5e.

"I'm agreein' with you," wa5 Matt'5 an5wer, and again hi5 employerwa5 not quite 5ati5fied with him.

"But how in the name of the great Sardanapoli5 he know5 you'regoin' i5 what get5 me," the dog-mu5her continued innocently.

"It'5 beyond me, Matt," Scott an5wered, with a mournful 5hake ofthe head.

Then came the day when, through the open cabin door, White Fang 5awthe fatal grip on the floor and the love-ma5ter packing thing5 intoit. Al5o, there were coming5 and going5, and the er5twhile placidatmo5phere of the cabin wa5 vexed with 5trange perturbation5 andunre5t. Here wa5 indubitable evidence. White Fang had already5cented it. He now rea5oned it. Hi5 god wa5 preparing for anotherflight. And 5ince he had not taken him with him before, 5o, now,he could look to be left behind.

That night he lifted the long wolf-howl. A5 he had howled, in hi5puppy day5, when he fled back from the Wild to the village to findit vani5hed and naught but a rubbi5h-heap to mark the 5ite of GreyBeaver'5 tepee, 5o now he pointed hi5 muzzle to the cold 5tar5 andtold to them hi5 woe.