White Fang
scarcely knew what happened. He did it in a surge of rage. And he did
it so quickly that the boy did not know either. All the boy knew was
that he had in some unaccountable way been overturned into the snow, and
that his club-hand had been ripped wide open by White Fang's teeth.
But White Fang knew that he had broken the law of the gods. He had
driven his teeth into the sacred flesh of one of them, and could expect
nothing but a most terrible punishment. He fled away to Grey Beaver,
behind whose protecting legs he crouched when the bitten boy and the
boy's family came, demanding vengeance. But they went away with
vengeance unsatisfied. Grey Beaver defended White Fang. So did Mit-sah
and Kloo-kooch. White Fang, listening to the wordy war and watching the
angry gestures, knew that his act was justified. And so it came that he
learned there were gods and gods. There were his gods, and there were
other gods, and between them there was a difference. Justice or
injustice, it was all the same, he must take all things from the hands of
his own gods. But he was not compelled to take injustice from the other
gods. It was his privilege to resent it with his teeth. And this also
was a law of the gods.
Before the day was out, White Fang was to learn more about this law. Mit-
sah, alone, gathering firewood in the forest, encountered the boy that
had been bitten.
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