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The groom escaped into the stables, and White Fang backed away before Collie's wicked teeth, or presented his shoulder to them and circled round and round. But Collie did not give over, as was her wont, after a decent interval of chastisement. On the contrary, she grew more excited and angry every moment, until, in the end, White Fang flung dignity to the winds and frankly fled away from her across the fields.
"He'll learn to leave chickens alone," the master said. "But I can't give him the lesson until I catch him in the act."
Two nights later came the act, but on a more generous scale than the master had anticipated. White Fang had observed closely the chicken–yards and the habits of the chickens. In the night–time, after they had gone to roost, he climbed to the top of a pile of newly hauled lumber. From there he gained the roof of a chicken–house, passed over the ridgepole and dropped to the ground inside. A moment later he was inside the house, and the slaughter began.