1 He yielded till the hand almost touched him.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 3: CHAPTER I THE MAKERS OF FIRE 2 As his eyes closed it fell away from his hand.
3 But the man whose hand he had bitten was angry.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 3: CHAPTER I THE MAKERS OF FIRE 4 He put his hand upon her head, and she only crouched closer.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 3: CHAPTER I THE MAKERS OF FIRE 5 With a flaming brand in each hand, he sprang to the edge of the fire.
6 Salmon Tongue's hand reached out to him and rolled him over on his back.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 3: CHAPTER I THE MAKERS OF FIRE 7 Then he fought, his teeth flashing in a snap that sank them into the hand.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 3: CHAPTER I THE MAKERS OF FIRE 8 Gun in hand, he plunged into the underbrush that lined the side of the trail.
9 But this time, before he dozed again, he tied a burning pine-knot to his right hand.
10 Bill waved his hand at it threateningly and shouted loudly; but the animal betrayed no fear.
11 As the hand descended closer and closer, there raged within the cub a battle of the instincts.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 3: CHAPTER I THE MAKERS OF FIRE 12 The cub snarled a little at the touch of the hand, and the hand flew back to administer a clout.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 3: CHAPTER I THE MAKERS OF FIRE 13 He spent half the day extending his campfire to the tree, at any moment a half dozen burning faggots ready at hand to fling at his enemies.
14 Every time he was thus awakened he drove back the wolves with flying brands, replenished the fire, and rearranged the pine-knot on his hand.
15 Whereupon the cub covered its fangs, and sank down submissively, while the hand, returning, rubbed behind his ears, and up and down his back.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 3: CHAPTER I THE MAKERS OF FIRE 16 Then he saw Bill, standing amid the dogs, half triumphant, half crestfallen, in one hand a stout club, in the other the tail and part of the body of a sun-cured salmon.
17 But when, one morning, the air was rent with the report of a rifle close at hand, and a bullet smashed against a tree trunk several inches from One Eye's head, they hesitated no more, but went off on a long, swinging lope that put quick miles between them and the danger.
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