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.