5. CHAPTER V - THE INDOMITABLE
"Poor devil," Scott murmured pityingly. "What he needs is some
show of human kindness," he added, turning and going into the
He came out with a piece of meat, which he tossed to White Fang.
He sprang away from it, and from a distance studied it
"Hi-yu, Major!" Matt shouted warningly, but too late.
Major had made a spring for the meat. At the instant his jaws
closed on it, White Fang struck him. He was overthrown. Matt
rushed in, but quicker than he was White Fang. Major staggered to
his feet, but the blood spouting from his throat reddened the snow
in a widening path.
"It's too bad, but it served him right," Scott said hastily.
But Matt's foot had already started on its way to kick White Fang.
There was a leap, a flash of teeth, a sharp exclamation. White
Fang, snarling fiercely, scrambled backward for several yards,
while Matt stooped and investigated his leg.
"He got me all right," he announced, pointing to the torn trousers
and undercloths, and the growing stain of red.
"I told you it was hopeless, Matt," Scott said in a discouraged
voice. "I've thought about it off and on, while not wanting to
think of it. But we've come to it now. It's the only thing to
As he talked, with reluctant movements he drew his revolver, threw
open the cylinder, and assured himself of its contents.
"Look here, Mr. Scott," Matt objected; "that dog's ben through
hell. You can't expect 'm to come out a white an' shinin' angel.
Give 'm time."
"Look at Major," the other rejoined.
The dog-musher surveyed the stricken dog. He had sunk down on the
snow in the circle of his blood and was plainly in the last gasp.