Men came to see the fat man and to look at the dogs. Sometimes they paid money and left
with one or more of the dogs. One day a short, dark man came and looked at Buck.
'That's a good dog!' he cried. 'How much do you want for him?'
'Three hundred dollars. It's a good price, Perrault,' said the fat man.
Perrault smiled and agreed that it was a good price. He knew dogs, and he knew that
Buck was an excellent dog. 'One in ten thousand,' Perrault said to himself.
Buck saw money put into the fat man's hand, and he was not surprised when he and
another dog called Curly were taken away by Perrault. He took them to a ship, and later that
day Buck and Curly stood and watched the coast get further and further away. They had seen
the warm south for the last time.