1 "Weedon Scott," some one answered.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 4: CHAPTER IV THE CLINGING DEATH 2 Weedon Scott was in truth this thumb.
3 "It's hopeless," Weedon Scott confessed.
4 The door opened, and Weedon Scott stepped in.
5 "It's a wolf and there's no taming it," Weedon Scott announced.
6 Weedon Scott had believed that he was quick enough to avoid any snap or slash.
7 Weedon Scott strode half across the room toward him, at the same time calling him.
8 The next instant Weedon Scott had White Fang by the throat and was dragging him clear.
9 Weedon Scott smiled with a superior air, gained his feet, and walked over to White Fang.
10 It required much thinking and endless patience on the part of Weedon Scott to accomplish this.
11 It was not until Weedon Scott put the harness on White Fang and worked him, that he understood.
12 As Matt had pleaded for White Fang when he had been bitten, it was now Weedon Scott's turn to plead.
13 And so, because he needed a god and because he preferred Weedon Scott to Beauty Smith, White Fang remained.
14 Weedon Scott looked across at his companion with eyes that almost pleaded, though this was given the lie by his words.
15 As White Fang watched Weedon Scott approach, he bristled and snarled to advertise that he would not submit to punishment.
16 He prowled about the cabin while the sled-dogs slept, and the first night-visitor to the cabin fought him off with a club until Weedon Scott came to the rescue.
17 So spoke Matt, coming out of the cabin, his sleeves rolled up, a pan of dirty dish-water in his hands, arrested in the act of emptying the pan by the sight of Weedon Scott patting White Fang.
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