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      "It ain't playin' square with the girl," announced Rhinehart.

      "Purvis," said Silent, for he knew that the opposition centred in the figure of the venomous little gun fighter; "if you seen a mad dog that was runnin' straight at you, would you be kep' from shootin' it because a pretty girl hollered out an' asked you not to?"

      Their eyes shifted rapidly from one to another, seeking a way out, and finding none.

      "An' is there any difference between this hero Whistlin' Dan an' a mad dog?"

      Still they were mute.

      "I tell you, boys, we got a better chance of dodgin' lightnin' an' puttin' a bloodhound off our trail than we have of gettin' rid of this Whistlin' Dan. An' when he catches up with us—well, all I'm askin' is that you remember what he done to them four dollars before they hit the dust?"

      "The chief's right," growled Kilduff, staring down at the ground. "It's Whistlin' Dan or us. The mountains ain't big enough to hold him an' us!"

      * * * * *

      Before Whistling Dan the great wolf glided among the trees. For a full hour they had wandered through the willows in this manner, and Dan had made up his mind to surrender the search when Bart, returning from one of his noiseless detours, sprang out before his master and whined softly. Dan turned, loosening his revolver in the holster, and followed Bart through the soft gloom of the tree shadows and the moonlight. His step was almost as silent as that of the slinking animal which went before. At last the wolf stopped and raised his head. Almost instantly Dan saw a man and a woman approaching through the willows. The moonlight dropped across her face. He recognized Kate, with Lee Haines walking a pace before her.

      "Stand where you are," he said.

      Haines leaped to one side, his revolver flashing in his hand. Dan stepped out before them while Black Bart slunk close beside him, snarling softly.

      He seemed totally regardless of the gun in Haines's hand. His manner was that of a conqueror who had the outlaw at his mercy.

      "You," he said, "walk over there to the side of the clearing."

      "Dan!" cried Kate, as she went to him with extended arms.

      He stopped her with a gesture, his eyes upon Haines, who had moved away.

      "Watch him, Bart," said Dan.

      The black wolf ran to Haines and crouched snarling at his feet. The outlaw restored his revolver to his holster and stood with his arms folded, his back turned. Dan looked to Kate. At the meeting of their eyes she shrank a little. She had expected a difficult task in persuading him, but not this hard aloofness. She felt suddenly as if she were a stranger to him.

      "How do you come here—with him?"

      "He is my friend!"

      "You sure pick a queer place to go walkin' with him."

      "Hush, Dan! He brought me here to find you!"

      "He brought you here?"

      "Don't you understand?"

      "When I want a friend like him, I'll go huntin' for him myself; an' I'll pack a gun with me!"

      That flickering yellow light played behind Dan's eyes.

      "I looked into his face—an' he stared the other way."

      She made a little imploring gesture, but his hand remained on his hips, and there was no softening of his voice.

      "What fetched you here?"

      Every word was like a hand that pushed her farther away.

      "Are you dumb, Kate? What fetched you here?"

      "I have come to bring you home, Dan."

      "I'm home now."

      "What do you mean?"

      "There's the roof of my house," he jerked his hand towards the sky, "the mountain passes are my doors—an' the earth is my floor."

      "No! No! We are waiting for you at the ranch."

      He shrugged his shoulders.

      "Dan, this wild trail has no end."

      "Maybe, but I know that feller can show me the way to Jim Silent, an' now —"

      He turned towards Haines as he spoke, but here a low, venomous snarl from Black Bart checked his words. Kate saw him stiffen—his lips parted to a faint smile—his head tilted back a little as if he listened intently, though she could hear nothing. She was not a yard from him, and yet she felt a thousand miles away. His head turned full upon her, and she would never forget the yellow light of his eyes.

      "Dan!" she cried, but her voice was no louder than a whisper.

      "Delilah!" he said, and leaped back into the shade of the willows.

      Even as he sprang she saw the flash of the moonlight on his drawn revolver, and fire spat from it twice, answered by a yell of pain, the clang of a bullet on metal, and half a dozen shots from the woods behind her.

      That word "Delilah!" rang in her brain to the exclusion of all the world. Vaguely she heard voices shouting—she turned a little and saw Haines facing her with his revolver in his hand, but prevented from moving by the wolf who crouched snarling at his feet. The order of his master kept him there even after that master was gone. Now men ran out into the clearing. A keen whistle sounded far off among the willows, and the wolf leaped away from his prisoner and into the shadows on the trail of Dan.

      * * * * *

      Tex Calder prided himself on being a light sleeper. Years spent in constant danger enabled him to keep his sense of hearing alert even when he slept. He had never been surprised. It was his boast that he never would be. Therefore when a hand dropped lightly on his shoulder he started erect from his blankets with a curse and grasped his revolver. A strong grip on his wrist paralysed his fingers. Whistling Dan leaned above him.

      "Wake up," said the latter.

      "What the devil—" breathed the marshal. "You travel like a cloud shadow, Dan. You make no sound."

      "Wake up and talk to me."

      "I'm awake all right. What's happened?"

      There was a moment of silence while Dan seemed to be trying for speech.

      Black Bart, at the other side of the clearing, pointed his nose at the yellow moon and wailed. He was very close, but the sound was so controlled that it seemed to come at a great distance from some wild spirit wandering between earth and heaven.

      Instead of speaking Dan jumped to his feet and commenced pacing up and down, up and down, a rapid, tireless stride; at his heels the wolf slunk, with lowered head and tail. The strange fellow was in some great trouble, Calder could see, and it stirred him mightily to know that the wild man had turned to him for help. Yet he would ask no questions.

      When in doubt the cattleman rolls a cigarette,

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