Spitz was a good fighter. He was full of hate and anger, but he was also intelligent. Every
time Buck tried to bite his throat, he met Spitz's own teeth. Then, each time Buck attacked,
Spitz moved and bit him on the side as he passed. After a few minutes, Buck was covered in
blood. He attacked again, but this time turned at the last minute and went under Spitz, biting
his left front leg. The bone broke, and Spitz was standing on three legs. Buck tried to knock
Spitz down, and then repeated his earlier attack, and broke Spitz's right front leg.
There was no hope for Spitz now. Buck got ready for his final attack, while the circle of
sixty dogs watched, and crowded nearer and nearer, waiting for the end. At last Buck
jumped, in and out, and Spitz went down in the snow. A second later the waiting pack was
on top of him, and Spitz had disappeared. Buck stood and watched. The wild animal had