"I got him." He replaced the empty shell, and added, "Your dog, Scruff."
"Yellow Fang?" Mackenzie asked.
"No; the lop-eared one."
"The devil! Nothing the matter with him."
"Come out and take a look."
"That 's all right, after all. Guess he 's got 'em, too. Yellow Fang came back this morning and took a chunk out of him, and came near to making a widower of me. Made a rush for Zarinska, but she whisked her skirts in his face and escaped with the loss of the same and a good roll in the snow. Then he took to the woods again. Hope he don't come back. Lost any yourself?"
"One—the best one of the pack—Shookum. Started amuck this morning, but did n't get very far. Ran foul of Sitka Charley's team, and they scattered him all over the street. And now two of them are loose and raging mad; so you see he got his work in. The dog census will be small in the spring if we don't do something."
"And the man census, too."
"How 's that? Whose in trouble now?"
"Oh, Bettles and Lon McFane had an ar-
