4. CHAPTER IV - THE CALL OF KIND
"I confess, he makes me nervous around the children," she said. "I
have a dread that he will turn upon them unexpectedly some day."
Growling savagely, White Fang sprang out of the corner, overturning
the boy and the girl. The mother called them to her and comforted
them, telling them not to bother White Fang.
"A wolf is a wolf!" commented Judge Scott. "There is no trusting
"But he is not all wolf," interposed Beth, standing for her brother
in his absence.
"You have only Weedon's opinion for that," rejoined the judge. "He
merely surmises that there is some strain of dog in White Fang; but
as he will tell you himself, he knows nothing about it. As for his
appearance - "
He did not finish his sentence. White Fang stood before him,
"Go away! Lie down, sir!" Judge Scott commanded.
White Fang turned to the love-master's wife. She screamed with
fright as he seized her dress in his teeth and dragged on it till
the frail fabric tore away. By this time he had become the centre
He had ceased from his growling and stood, head up, looking into
their faces. His throat worked spasmodically, but made no sound,
while he struggled with all his body, convulsed with the effort to
rid himself of the incommunicable something that strained for
"I hope he is not going mad," said Weedon's mother. "I told Weedon
that I was afraid the warm climate would not agree with an Arctic
"He's trying to speak, I do believe," Beth announced.
At this moment speech came to White Fang, rushing up in a great
burst of barking.
"Something has happened to Weedon," his wife said decisively.