k Bart, and Satan. Buck and old Joe
Cumberland made the background of their happiness. It was the latter's
request which kept the wedding a matter of the indefinite future. He
would assign no reason for his wish, but Kate guessed it.

All was not well, she knew. Day after day, as the autumn advanced,
Dan went out with the wolf and the wild black stallion and ranged the
hills alone. She did not ask him where or why, for she understood that
to be alone was as necessary to him as sleep is to others. Yet she
could not explain it all and the cold fear grew in her. Sometimes she
surprised a look of infinite pity in the eyes of Buck or her father.
Sometimes she found them whispering and nodding together. At last on
an evening when the three sat before the fire in solemn silence and
Dan was away, they knew not where, among the hills, she could bear it
no longer.

"Do you really think," she burst out, "that the old wildness is still
in Dan?"

"Wild?" said her father gently. "Wild? I don't say he's still
wild--but why is he so late tonight, Kate? The ground's all covered
with snow. The wind's growin' sharper an' sharper. This is a time for
all reasonable folk to stay home an' git comfortable beside the fire.
But Dan ain't here. Where is he?"

"Hush!" said Buck, and raised a hand for silence.

Far away they heard the wail of a wolf crying to the moon. She rose
and went out on the porch of the house. The others followed her.
Outside they found nothing but the low moaning of the wind, and the
snow, silver glimmering where the moonlight fell upon it. Then they
heard the weird, inhuman whistling, and at last they saw Dan riding
towards the house. A short distance away he stopped Satan. Black Bart
dropped to his haunches and wailed again. Dan was staring upwards.

"Look!" said Kate, and pointed.

Across the white circle of the moon drove a flying wedge of wild
geese. The wail of the wolf died out. A faint honking was blown to
them by the wind, now a distant, jangling chorus, now a solitary sound
repeated like a call.

Without a word the three returned to their seats close by the fire,
and sat silent, staring. Presently the rattle of the wolf's claws came
on the floor; then Dan entered with his soft step and stood behind
Kate's chair. They were used to his silent comings and goings. Black
Bart was slinking up and down the room with a restless step. His eyes
glowed from the shadow, and as Joe looked up to the face of Dan he
sa