White Fang does not kill Beauty Smith. Scott is angry at Beauty Smith's mistreatment of White Fang. Scott forces Beauty Smith to sell White Fang to him.

<em>“Did you hear, Mr. Beast? I’m going to take your dog from you, and I’m going to give you a hundred and fifty for him.”</em>

<em>He opened his pocket-book and counted out the bills.</em>

<em>Beauty Smith put his hands behind his back, refusing to touch the proffered money.</em>

<em>“I ain’t a-sellin’,” he said.</em>

<em>“Oh, yes you are,” the other assured him. “Because I’m buying. Here’s your money. The dog’s mine.”</em>

<em>Beauty Smith, his hands still behind him, began to back away.</em>

<em>Scott sprang toward him, drawing his fist back to strike. Beauty Smith cowered down in anticipation of the blow.</em>

<em>“I’ve got my rights,” he whimpered.</em>

<em>“You’ve forfeited your rights to own that dog,” was the rejoinder. “Are you going to take the money? or do I have to hit you again?”</em>

<em>“All right,” Beauty Smith spoke up with the alacrity of fear. “But I take the money under protest,” he added.</em>

You are correct. The wolves did not kill Henry.

<em>“I guess you can come an’ get me any time,” he mumbled. “Anyway, I’m goin’ to sleep.”</em>

<em>Once he awakened, and in an opening in the circle, directly in front of him, he saw the she-wolf gazing at him.</em>

<em>Again he awakened, a little later, though it seemed hours to him. A mysterious change had taken place—so mysterious a change that he was shocked wider awake. Something had happened. He could not understand at first. Then he discovered it. The wolves were gone...</em>

<em>....Half a dozen men were about the man who crouched in the centre of the dying fire. They were shaking and prodding him into consciousness. He looked at them like a drunken man and maundered in strange, sleepy speech.</em>

<em>“Red she-wolf. . . . Come in with the dogs at feedin’ time. . . . First she ate the dog-food. . . . Then she ate the dogs. . . . An’ after that she ate Bill. . . . Say, you lemme alone. . . . I’m jes’ plump tuckered out. . . . Goo’ night, everybody.”</em>

<em>His eyes fluttered and went shut. His chin fell forward on his chest. And even as they eased him down upon the blankets his snores were rising on the frosty air.</em>

<em>But there was another sound. Far and faint it was, in the remote distance, the cry of the hungry wolf-pack as it took the trail of other meat than the man it had just missed.</em>

Henry was "the man [the wolf pack] had just missed." Henry was surrounded by wolves and freezing to death. The wolves would have caught him, but Henry was rescued by the arrival of other men, just in time. He was snoring, so he was asleep and not dead.

You are right.

Thank you Mr Smith.

Thank you Chris.

I don't understand why they sell such study guides!It seem they have not read the novel themselves.

The book is printed in the North America.