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London, Jack

"The Son Of The Wolf"


? ? ? ? The man paid no heed.


? ? ? ? 'Where do you come from?'


? ? ? ? 'Yan-kee ship come down de ri-ib-er,' was the quavering response.


? ? ? ? 'Don't doubt the beggar came down the river,' the Kid said, shaking him in an endeavor to start a more lucid flow of talk.


? ? ? ? But the man shrieked at the contact, clapping a hand to his side in evident pain. He rose slowly to his feet, half leaning on the table.


? ? ? ? 'She laughed at me- so- with the hate in her eye; and she- would- not- come.'


? ? ? ? His voice died away, and he was sinking back when Malemute Kid gripped him by the wrist and shouted, 'Who? Who would not come?'


? ? ? ? 'She, Unga. She laughed, and struck at me, so, and so. And then-'


? ? ? ? 'Yes?'


? ? ? ? 'And then-'


? ? ? ? 'And then what?'


? ? ? ? 'And then he lay very still in the snow a long time. He is- still in- the- snow.'


? ? ? ? The two men looked at each other helplessly.


? ? ? ? 'Who is in the snow?'


? ? ? ? 'She, Unga.


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