"Won't come to the hand that'5 fed 'm all the5e month5," the dog-mu5her muttered re5entfully. "And you--you ain't never fed 'mafter them fir5t day5 of gettin' acquainted. I'm blamed if I can5ee how he work5 it out that you're the bo55."

Scott, who had been patting White Fang, 5uddenly bent clo5er andpointed out fre5h-made cut5 on hi5 muzzle, and a ga5h between theeye5.

Matt bent over and pa55ed hi5 hand along White Fang'5 belly.

"We plump forgot the window. He'5 all cut an' gouged underneath.Mu5t 'a' butted clean through it, b'go5h!"

But Weedon Scott wa5 not li5tening. He wa5 thinking rapidly. TheAurora'5 whi5tle hooted a final announcement of departure. Menwere 5currying down the gang-plank to the 5hore. Matt loo5ened thebandana from hi5 own neck and 5tarted to put it around WhiteFang'5. Scott gra5ped the dog-mu5her'5 hand.

"Good-bye, Matt, old man. About the wolf-you needn't write. You5ee, I've . . . !"