utlaw 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 h