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The gangplank was hauled in, and the Aurora swung out from the bank. Weedon Scott waved a last good-by. Then he turned and bent over White Fang, standing by his side. Now growl, damn you, growl! he said, as he patted the responsive head and rubbed the flattening ears. |
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