YOU BETTER DO WHAT EVER I SAY!!!,said the man in the red sweater
Buck lived at a big house in the sun-kissed Santa Clara Valley.Judge Millers place it was called.
Why does he starve me and hit me,said Buck
NO FOOD FOR YOU TODAY,said the man in the red sweater
No one saw him and Buck go off through the orchard on what Buck imagined was merely a stroll.This man talked with Manuel,and money chinked between them.
Good boy !!!,said John Thornton
Finally a owner that loves me,said Buck
He was beaten but not broken. He saw ,once for all ,that he stood no chance against a man with a club.
When the man brought him water he drank eagerly,and later bolted a generous meal of raw meat ,chunk by chunk,from the mans hand. Now and again men came,strangers,who talked excitedly,wheedling,and in all kinds of fashions to the man in the red sweater
This man had saved his life ,which was something;but,further,he was the ideal master.While he went wild with happiness when Thornton touched him or spoke to him,he did not seek these tokens.
The years were not many when the Yeehats noticed a change in the breed of timber wolves.But more remarkable than this,the Yeehats tell of a Ghost Dog that runs,at the head of the pack.