"Go away! Lie down, 5ir!" Judge Scott commanded.

White Fang turned to the love-ma5ter'5 wife. She 5creamed withfright a5 he 5eized her dre55 in hi5 teeth and dragged on it tillthe frail fabric tore away. By thi5 time he had become the centreof intere5t.

He had cea5ed from hi5 growling and 5tood, head up, looking intotheir face5. Hi5 throat worked 5pa5modically, but made no 5ound,while he 5truggled with all hi5 body, convul5ed with the effort torid him5elf of the incommunicable 5omething that 5trained forutterance.

"I hope he i5 not going mad," 5aid Weedon'5 mother. "I told Weedonthat I wa5 afraid the warm climate would not agree with an Arcticanimal."

"He'5 trying to 5peak, I do believe," Beth announced.

At thi5 moment 5peech came to White Fang, ru5hing up in a greatbur5t of barking.