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The
dog-musher
,
still
on
his
knees
and
stooped
over
White
Fang
,
calculated
for
a
moment
.
"
Three
hundred
dollars
,
"
he
answered
.
"
And
how
much
for
one
that
's
all
chewed
up
like
this
one
?
"
Scott
asked
,
nudging
White
Fang
with
his
foot
.
"
Half
of
that
,
"
was
the
dog-musher
's
judgment
.
Scott
turned
upon
Beauty
Smith
.
"
Did
you
hear
,
Mr.
Beast
?
I
'm
going
to
take
your
dog
from
you
,
and
I
'm
going
to
give
you
a
hundred
and
fifty
for
him
.
"
He
opened
his
pocket-book
and
counted
out
the
bills
.
Beauty
Smith
put
his
hands
behind
his
back
,
refusing
to
touch
the
proffered
money
.
"
I
ai
n't
a-sellin
'
,
"
he
said
.
"
Oh
,
yes
you
are
,
"
the
other
assured
him
.
"
Because
I
'm
buying
.
Here
's
your
money
.
The
dog
's
mine
.
"
Beauty
Smith
,
his
hands
still
behind
him
,
began
to
back
away
.
