Evening star., 1924-08-25
Continued from Yesterdays starr

AS he rounded the house to the
porte-cochere, he came upon the car
riage. 1t had stopped, and the mas
ter was alighting. At this moment,
still running at top speed, White
Fang became suddenly aware of an
attack from the side. 1t was a deer
hound rushing upon him. White Fang
tried to face it. But he was going
too fast, and the hound was too close.
1t struck him on the side; and such
was his forward momentum and the
unexpectedness of it, White Fang
was hurled to the ground and rolled
clear over. He came out of the tan
gle a spectacle of malignancy, ears
fiattened back, lips writhing, nose
Wrinkling, his teeth clipping together
as the fangs barely missed the
hounds soft throat.
The master was running up, but
was too far away: and it was Collie
that saved the hounds life. Before
White Fang could spring in and de-
liver the fatal stroke. and just as he
was in the act of springing in, Collie
arrived. She had been outmaneuver-
ed and outrun, to say nothing of her
having been unceremoniously tum-
bled in the gravel, and her arrival
was like that of a tornado-made up
of offended dignity, justitiable wrath,
and instructive hatred for this ma
rauder from the wild. She struck
White Fang at right angles in the
midst of his spring, and again he was
knocked off his feet and rolled over.
The next moment the master ar
rived, and with one hand held White
Fang, while the father called off the
dogs.
Il say, this is pretty warm recep-
ton for poor lone wolf from the
Arctic" the master said, while White
Fang calmed down under his caress
ing hand. In all his life he's only
been known once to go off his feet,
and here he's been rolled twice in
thirty seconds"
The carriage had been driven away
and other strange gods had appeared
from out the house. Some of these
stood respectfully art a distance: but
two of them, women, perpetrated the
hostile act of clutching the master
around the neck. White Fang, how
ever, was beginning to tolerate this
act. No harm seemed to come of it,
while the noises the gods made were
certainly not threatening. These
gods also made overtures to White
Fang, but he warned them off with a
snarl, and the master did likewise
with word of mouth. At such times
White Fang leaned in close against
the master legs and received reaS-
surinE pats on the head.
The hound, under the command
"Dick, Lie down, sir" had gone up
the steps and lain down to one side
on the porch, still growing and keep
ing a Sullen watch on the intruder
Collie had been taken in charge by
)ne of the woman gods, who held
arms around her neck and petted and
caressed her; but Collie was very
ming and restless, outraged by the
permitted presence of this wolf and
confident that the gods were making
a mistake.
All the gods started up the steps to
enter the house. White Fang follow
ed closely at the masters heels. Dick,
on the porch, growled, and White
growled back.
Take Collie inside and leave the
two of them to fight it out" suggest
ed Scott's father. After that they'll
be friends"
Then White Fang, to show his
friendship, will have to be chief
mourner at the funeral" laughed the
master.
The elder Scott looked incredulous-
ly, first at White Fang, then at Dick.
and finally at his son.
You mean that 81
Weldon nodded his head: "I mean
just that. You'd have a dead Dick
inside one minute-two minutes at
the farthest."
He turned to White Fang. Come
on, you wolf. It's you that'll have to
come inside"
White Fang walked stiff-1egged up
the steps and across the porch, with
tail rigidly erect keeping his eyes on
Dick to guard against a flank attack,
and at the same time prepared for
whatever fierce manifestation of the
unknown that might pounce out upon
him from the interior of the house.
But no thing of fear pounced out,
and when he had gained the inside he
secuted carefully around, looking for
it and finding it not Thec he lay
down with contented grunt at the
masters feet, observing all that went
on, ever ready to spring to his feet
and fight for life with the terrors he
felt must lurk under the trap-roof of
the dwelling.