The man in the red sweater hit the cage with his ax again and again, trying to open it. Every time the ax came down, Buck growled angrily and bit at the cage.
Now, you red-eyed devils," said the man in the red sweater, when the cage opened at last. He dropped the ax and picked up his club.
Buck really was a red-eyed devil. His hair was standing up, his mouth was open, and his red eyes were full of anger. He had two days and two nights of anger in his body, and he threw himself at the rnan in the red sweater. But while he was still in the air, something hit his body hard and he fell on his back. He had never been hit by a club and he did not understand. He stood up, growling angrily. Then he threw himself at the man again, and again he was hit to the ground. His anger would not let him stop. Again and again he jumped up, and again and again he was hit down by the man's club.
There was blood coming from Buck's nose and mouth and ears, and there were bloody marks on his beautiful coat. As Buck got slowly to his feet one more time, the man in the red sweater hit him hard on the nose. It hurt terribly, and Buck roared like a lion. He attacked the man again, but the man caught him under his mouth and threw him back into the air. Buck fell to the ground on his head, and for a short time, he blacked out.
When Buck woke up, the man in the red sweater touched his head, and then brought him water and meat. Buck drank thirstily, and ate the meat from the man's hand. The man had won, but Buck was not broken. He now knew that he could not win a fight against a man with a club. He had learned that lesson, and he never forgot it .
Other dogs arrived in the yard over the next few days, in cages and on ropes. Some were angry like him, and others were quiet, but the man in the red sweater became master of them all. As Buck watched, he learned the lesson again and again:
The man in the red sweater hit the cage with his ax again and again, trying to open it. Every time the ax came down, Buck growled angrily and bit at the cage.Now, you red-eyed devils," said the man in the red sweater, when the cage opened at last. He dropped the ax and picked up his club.Buck really was a red-eyed devil. His hair was standing up, his mouth was open, and his red eyes were full of anger. He had two days and two nights of anger in his body, and he threw himself at the rnan in the red sweater. But while he was still in the air, something hit his body hard and he fell on his back. He had never been hit by a club and he did not understand. He stood up, growling angrily. Then he threw himself at the man again, and again he was hit to the ground. His anger would not let him stop. Again and again he jumped up, and again and again he was hit down by the man's club. There was blood coming from Buck's nose and mouth and ears, and there were bloody marks on his beautiful coat. As Buck got slowly to his feet one more time, the man in the red sweater hit him hard on the nose. It hurt terribly, and Buck roared like a lion. He attacked the man again, but the man caught him under his mouth and threw him back into the air. Buck fell to the ground on his head, and for a short time, he blacked out. เมื่อบัคตื่น คนในเสื้อสีแดงสัมผัสศีรษะ กแล้ว นำเขาน้ำและเนื้อ บัค ดื่ม thirstily และกินเนื้อจากมือของมนุษย์ ชนะคน แต่บัคไม่แตก เขาตอนนี้รู้ว่า เขาไม่สามารถชนะการต่อสู้กับคนที่มีสโมสร เขาได้เรียนรู้บทเรียนที่ และเขาไม่เคยลืมมันสุนัขอื่น ๆ มาถึงลานผ่านสองสามวันถัดไป ในกรง และเชือก บางคนโกรธเช่นเขา และอื่น ๆ ได้สะดวก แต่คนในเสื้อสีแดงเป็นหลักของพวกเขาทั้งหมด เป็นบัคดู เขาได้เรียนรู้บทเรียนอีกครั้งและอีกครั้ง:
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