believe to give meat to Lip-lip.

White Fang took kindly to the work. He had travelled a greater distance
than the other dogs in the yielding of himself to the rule of the gods,
and he had learned more thoroughly the futility of opposing their will.
In addition, the persecution he had suffered from the pack had made the
pack less to him in the scheme of things, and man more. He had not
learned to be dependent on his kind for companionship. Besides, Kiche
was well-nigh forgotten; and the chief outlet of expression that remained
to him was in the allegiance he tendered the gods he had accepted as
masters. So he worked hard, learned discipline, and was obedient.
Faithfulness and willingness characterised his toil. These are essential
traits of the wolf and the wild-dog when they have become domesticated,
and these traits White Fang possessed in unusual measure.

A companionship did exist between White Fang and the other dogs, but it
was one of warfare and enmity. He had never learned to play with them.
He knew only how to fight, and fight with them he did, returning to them
a hundred-fold the snaps and slashes they had given him in the days when
Lip-lip was leader of the pack. But Lip-lip was no longer leader--except
when he fled away before his mates at the end of his rope, the sled
bounding along behind. In camp he kept close to Mit-sah or Grey Beaver
or Kloo-kooch. He did not dare venture away from the gods, for now the
fangs of all dogs were against him, and he tasted to the dregs the
persecution that had been White Fang's.

With the overthrow of Lip-lip, White Fang could have become leader of the
pack. But he was too morose and solitary for that. He merely thrashed
his team-mates. Otherwise he ignored them. They got out of his way when
he came along; nor did the boldest of them ever dare to rob him of his
meat. On the contrary, they devoured their own meat hurriedly, for fear
that he would take it away from them. White Fang knew the law well: _to
oppress the weak and obey the strong_. He ate his share of meat as
rapidly as he could. And then woe the dog that had not yet finished! A
snarl and a flash of fangs, and that dog would wail his indignation to
the uncomforting stars while White Fang finished his portion for him.

Every little while, however, one dog or another would flame up in revolt
and be promptly subdued. Thus White Fang was kept in training. He was
jealous of the isolation in which h