Explore "White Fang" by Jack London on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Beauty Smith slipped the chain from his neck and stepped back.
For once White Fang did not make an immediate attack. He stood still, ears pricked forward, alert and curious, surveying the strange animal that faced him. He had never seen such a dog before. Tim Keenan shoved the bull-dog forward with a muttered "Go to it. " The animal waddled toward the centre of the circle, short and squat and ungainly. He came to a stop and blinked across at White Fang.