rtunity, when no man-
animal was near, to spring upon him and force a fight. As Lip-lip
invariably won, he enjoyed it hugely. It became his chief delight in
life, as it became White Fang's chief torment.

But the effect upon White Fang was not to cow him. Though he suffered
most of the damage and was always defeated, his spirit remained
unsubdued. Yet a bad effect was produced. He became malignant and
morose. His temper had been savage by birth, but it became more savage
under this unending persecution. The genial, playful, puppyish side of
him found little expression. He never played and gambolled about with
the other puppies of the camp. Lip-lip would not permit it. The moment
White Fang appeared near them, Lip-lip was upon him, bullying and
hectoring him, or fighting with him until he had driven him away.

The effect of all this was to rob White Fang of much of his puppyhood and
to make him in his comportment older than his age. Denied the outlet,
through play, of his energies, he recoiled upon himself and developed his
mental processes. He became cunning; he had idle time in which to devote
himself to thoughts of trickery. Prevented from obtaining his share of
meat and fish when a general feed was given to the camp-dogs, he became a
clever thief. He had to forage for himself, and he foraged well, though
he was oft-times a plague to the squaws in consequence. He learned to
sneak about camp, to be crafty, to know what was going on everywhere, to
see and to hear everything and to reason accordingly, and successfully to
devise ways and means of avoiding his implacable persecutor.

It was early in the days of his persecution that he played his first
really big crafty game and got there from his first taste of revenge. As
Kiche, when with the wolves, had lured out to destruction dogs from the
camps of men, so White Fang, in manner somewhat similar, lured Lip-lip
into Kiche's avenging jaws. Retreating before Lip-lip, White Fang made
an indirect flight that led in and out and around the various tepees of
the camp. He was a good runner, swifter than any puppy of his size, and
swifter than Lip-lip. But he did not run his best in this chase. He
barely held his own, one leap ahead of his pursuer.

Lip-lip, excited by the chase and by the persistent nearness of his
victim, forgot caution and locality. When he remembered locality, it was
too late. Dashing at top speed around a tepee, he ran full tilt into