self, and no blame was to be attached to him. He
had come into the world with a twisted body and a brute intelligence.
This had constituted the clay of him, and it had not been kindly moulded
by the world.

White Fang knew why he was being beaten. When Grey Beaver tied the thong
around his neck, and passed the end of the thong into Beauty Smith's
keeping, White Fang knew that it was his god's will for him to go with
Beauty Smith. And when Beauty Smith left him tied outside the fort, he
knew that it was Beauty Smith's will that he should remain there.
Therefore, he had disobeyed the will of both the gods, and earned the
consequent punishment. He had seen dogs change owners in the past, and
he had seen the runaways beaten as he was being beaten. He was wise, and
yet in the nature of him there were forces greater than wisdom. One of
these was fidelity. He did not love Grey Beaver, yet, even in the face
of his will and his anger, he was faithful to him. He could not help it.
This faithfulness was a quality of the clay that composed him. It was
the quality that was peculiarly the possession of his kind; the quality
that set apart his species from all other species; the quality that has
enabled the wolf and the wild dog to come in from the open and be the
companions of man.

After the beating, White Fang was dragged back to the fort. But this
time Beauty Smith left him tied with a stick. One does not give up a god
easily, and so with White Fang. Grey Beaver was his own particular god,
and, in spite of Grey Beaver's will, White Fang still clung to him and
would not give him up. Grey Beaver had betrayed and forsaken him, but
that had no effect upon him. Not for nothing had he surrendered himself
body and soul to Grey Beaver. There had been no reservation on White
Fang's part, and the bond was not to be broken easily.

So, in the night, when the men in the fort were asleep, White Fang
applied his teeth to the stick that held him. The wood was seasoned and
dry, and it was tied so closely to his neck that he could scarcely get
his teeth to it. It was only by the severest muscular exertion and neck-
arching that he succeeded in getting the wood between his teeth, and
barely between his teeth at that; and it was only by the exercise of an
immense patience, extending through many hours, that he succeeded in
gnawing through the stick. This was something that dogs were not
supposed to do. It was unprecedented. But