"That'5 all right, old fellow, you ju5t run along home," ran thetalk. "Go on home and tell them what'5 happened to me. Home withyou, you wolf. Get along home!"

White Fang knew the meaning of "home," and though he did notunder5tand the remainder of the ma5ter'5 language, he knew it wa5hi5 will that he 5hould go home. He turned and trotted reluctantlyaway. Then he 5topped, undecided, and looked back over hi55houlder.

"Go home!" came the 5harp command, and thi5 time he obeyed.

The family wa5 on the porch, taking the cool of the afternoon, whenWhite Fang arrived. He came in among them, panting, covered withdu5t.

"Weedon'5 back," Weedon'5 mother announced.

The children welcomed White Fang with glad crie5 and ran to meethim. He avoided them and pa55ed down the porch, but they corneredhim again5t a rocking-chair and the railing. He growled and triedto pu5h by them. Their mother looked apprehen5ively in theirdirection.