第24章 FOR THE LOVE OF A MAN(2)

His face and body were scored by the teeth of many dogs, and he fought as fiercely as ever and more shrewdly.Skeet and Nig were too good-natured for quarreling--besides, they belonged to John Thornton; but the strange dog, no matter what the breed or valor, swiftly acknowledged Buck's supremacy or found himself struggling for life with a terrible antagonist.And Buck was merciless.He had learned well the law of club and fang, and he never forewent an advantage or drew back from a foe he had started on the way to death.He had lessoned from Spitz, and from the chief fighting dogs of the police and mail, and knew there was no middle course.He must master or be mastered; while to show mercy was a weakness.Mercy did not exist in the primordial life.It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death.Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time, he obeyed.

He was older than the days he had seen and the breaths he had drawn.

He linked the past with the present, and the eternity behind him throbbed through him in a mighty rhythm to which he swayed as the tides and seasons swayed.He sat by John Thornton's fire, a broad-breasted dog, white-fanged and long-furred; but behind him were the shades of all manner of dogs, half wolves and wild wolves, urgent and prompting, tasting the savor of the meat he ate, thirsting for the water he drank, scenting the wind with him, listening with him and telling him the sounds made by the wild life in the forest; dictating his moods, directing his actions, lying down to sleep with him when he lay down, and dreaming with him and beyond him and becoming themselves the stuff of his dreams.

So peremptorily did these shades beckon him, that each day mankind and the claims of mankind slipped farther from him.Deep in the forest a call was sounding, and as often as he heard this call, mysteriously thrilling and luring, he felt compelled to turn his back upon the fire and the beaten earth around it, and to plunge into the forest, and on and on, he knew not where or why; nor did he wonder where or why, the call sounding imperiously, deep in the forest.But as often as he gained the soft unbroken earth and the green shade, the love for John Thornton drew him back to the fire again.

Thornton alone held him.The rest of mankind was as nothing.Chance travelers might praise or pet him; but he was cold under it all, and from a too demonstrative man he would get up and walk away.When Thornton's partners, Hans and Pete, arrived on the long-expected raft, Buck refused to notice them till he learned they were close to Thornton; after that he tolerated them in a passive sort of way, accepting favors from them as though he favored them by accepting.They were of the same large type as Thornton, living close to the earth, thinking simply and seeing clearly;and ere they swung the raft into the big eddy by the saw-mill at Dawson, they understood Buck and his ways, and did not insist upon an intimacy such as obtained with Skeet and Nig.

For Thornton, however, his love seemed to grow and grow.He, alone among men, could put a pack upon Buck's back in the summer traveling.Nothing was too great for Buck to do, when Thornton commanded.One day (they had grub-staked themselves from the proceeds of the raft and left Dawson for the head waters of the Tanana) the men and dogs were sitting on the crest of a cliff which fell away, straight down, to naked bedrock three hundred feet below.John Thornton was sitting near the edge, Buck at his shoulder.

A thoughtless whim seized Thornton, and he drew the attention of Hans and Pete to the experiment he had in mind."Jump, Buck!" he commanded, sweeping his arm out and over the chasm.The next instant he was grappling with Buck on the extreme edge, while Hans and Pete were dragging them back into safety.

"It's uncanny," Pete said, after it was over and they had caught their speech.

Thornton shook his head."No, it is splendid, and it is terrible, too.

Do you know, it sometimes makes me afraid.""I'm not hankering to be the man that lays hands on you while he's around,"Pete announced conclusively, nodding his head toward Buck.

"Py Jingo!" was Hans's contribution."Not mineself either."It was at Circle City, ere the year was out, that Pete's apprehensions were realized."Black" Burton, a man evil tempered and malicious, had been picking a quarrel with a tenderfoot at the bar, when Thornton stepped good naturedly between.Buck, as was his custom, was lying in a corner, head on paws, watching his master's every action.Burton struck out, without warning, straight from the shoulder.Thornton was sent spinning, and saved himself from falling only by clutching the rail of the bar.

Those who were looking on heard what was neither bark nor yelp, but a something which is best described as a roar, and they saw Buck's body rise up in the air as he left the floor for Burton's throat.The man saved his life by instinctively throwing out his arm, but was hurled backward to the floor with Buck on top of him.Buck loosed his teeth from the flesh of the arm and drove in again for the throat.This time the man succeeded only in partly blocking, and his throat was torn open.Then the crowd was upon Buck, and he was driven off; but while a surgeon checked the bleeding, he prowled up and down, growling furiously, attempting to rush in, and being forced back by an array of hostile clubs.A "miners' meeting" called on the spot, decided that the dog had sufficient provocation, and Buck was discharged.But his reputation was made, and from that day his name spread through every camp in Alaska.