His name is Buck," said the fat man to himself, reading the letter that had come with the box. "Well, Buck, my boy, he said in a friendly voice, we've argued a little, and I think the best thing to do now is to stop. Be a good dog and we'll be friends. But if you're a bad dog,l'll have to use my club again. Understand? As he spoke, he touched Buck's head, and although Buck was angry inside, he did not move. When the man brought him water and meat, Buck drank and then ate the meat, piece by piece, from the man's hand