Prev | Current Page 60 | Next

London, Jack

"The Son Of The Wolf"

Lon McFane leaped from the woodpile, countering him in midair. Over they rolled, Lon holding him by the throat at arm's length, blinking under the fetid slaver which sprayed his face. Then Bettles, revolver in hand and coolly waiting a chance, settled the combat.


? ? ? ? ''Twas a square game, Kid,' Lon remarked, rising to his feet and shaking the snow from out his sleeves; 'with a fair percentage to meself that bucked it.'


? ? ? ? That night, while Lon McFane sought the forgiving arms of the Church in the direction of Father Roubeau's cabin, Malemute Kid talked long to little purpose.


? ? ? ? 'But would you,' persisted Mackenzie, 'supposing they had fought?'


? ? ? ? 'Have I ever broken my word?'


? ? ? ? 'No; but that isn't the point. Answer the question. Would you?'


? ? ? ? Malemute Kid straightened up. 'Scruff, I've been asking myself that question ever since, and-'


? ? ? ? 'Well?'


? ? ? ? 'Well, as yet, I haven't found the answer.'



In A Far Country



? ? ? ? WHEN A MAN JOURNEYS into a far country, he must be prepared to forget many of the things he has learned, and to acquire such customs as are inherent with existence in the new land; he must abandon the old ideals and the old gods, and oftentimes he must reverse the very codes by which his conduct has hitherto been shaped.


Pages:
48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72