ButthishewastolearnearlyinhisresidenceinSantaClaraValley。
Saunteringaroundthecornerofthehouseintheearlymorning，hecameuponachickenthathadescapedfromthechicken-yard。WhiteFang\'snaturalimpulsewastoeatit。Acoupleofbounds，aflashofteethandafrightenedsquawk，andhehadscoopedintheadventurousfowl。Itwasfarm-bredandfatandtender；andWhiteFanglickedhischopsanddecidedthatsuchfarewasgood。
Laterintheday，hechanceduponanotherstraychickennearthestables。
Oneofthegroomsrantotherescue。HedidnotknowWhiteFang\'sbreed，soforweaponhetookalightbuggy-whip。Atthefirstcutofthewhip，WhiteFangleftthechickenfortheman。AclubmighthavestoppedWhiteFang，butnotawhip。Silently，withoutflinching，hetookasecondcutinhisforwardrush，andasheleapedforthethroatthegroomcriedout，\"MyGod!\"andstaggeredbackward。Hedroppedthewhipandshieldedhisthroatwithhisarms。Inconsequence，hisforearmwasrippedopentothebone。
Themanwasbadlyfrightened。ItwasnotsomuchWhiteFang\'sferocityasitwashissilencethatunnervedthegroom。Stillprotectinghisthroatandfacewithhistornandbleedingarm，hetriedtoretreattothebarn。