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As the time went by, he had fewer and fewer fights. Men despaired of matching him with an equal, and Beauty Smith was compelled to pit wolves against him. These were trapped by the Indians for the purpose, and a fight between White Fang and a wolf was always sure to draw a crowd. Once, a full–grown female lynx was secured, and this time White Fang fought for his life. Her quickness matched his; her ferocity equalled his; while he fought with his fangs alone, and she fought with her sharp– clawed feet as well.
But after the lynx, all fighting ceased for White Fang. There were no more animals with which to fight––at least, there was none considered worthy of fighting with him. So he remained on exhibition until spring, when one Tim Keenan, a faro–dealer, arrived in the land. With him came the first bull–dog that had ever entered the Klondike. That this dog and White Fang should come together was inevitable, and for a week the anticipated fight was the mainspring of conversation in certain quarters of the town.