1 The dog doesn't go." Walt announced in a determined voice 2 "What's that?" Skiff Miller demanded, big brows lowering and an obstinate flush of blood reddening his forehead,
3 " said the dog doesn't go, and that settles it. I don't believe he's your dog. You may have seen him sometime. You may even sometime have driven
him for his owner. But his obeying the ordinary driving commands of the Alaskan trail is no demonstration that he is yours. Any dog in Alaska would
obey you as he obeyed."
Skiff Miller, cool and collected, carefully looked the poet up and down as though measuring the strength of his slenderness
5 The Klondiker's face took on a contemptuous expression as he said finally 'l reckon there's nothin'in sight to prevent me takin' the dog right here an
now."
6 Walt's face reddened, and the striking muscles of his arms and shoulders seemed to stiffen and grow tense. His wife fluttered apprehensively into the
breach
7.Maybe Mr. Miller is right," she said. "I am afraid that he is Wolf does seem to know him, and certainly he answers to the name of 'Brown.' He made
friends with him instantly, and you know that's something he never did with anybody before. Besides, look at the way he barked. He was just bursting
with joy. loy over what? Without doubt at finding Mr. Miller
8 Walt's striking-muscles relaxed, and his shoulders seemed to droop with hopelessness.
91 guess you're right, Madge," he said. "Wolf isn't Wolf, but Brown, and he must belong to Mr. Miller
10 -Perhaps Mr. Miller will sell him," she suggested. "We can buy him."
11 Skiff Miller shook his head, no longer belligerent, but kindly, quick to be generous in response to generousness.