He partially roused when the tray was removed, and the pillows
slipped from under his back, but with a vague understanding that expert
hands were setting the bed in order his senses fled once more.
Hours and hours later he opened his eyes in utter darkness with a thin,
sweet voice still ringing in his ears. He could not place himself until he
turned his head and saw a meager, broken, rectangular line of light which
was the door, and immediately afterwards the voice cried: "Oh, Daddy Dan!
And what did the wolf do then?"
"I'm comin' to that, Joan, but don't you talk about wolves so loud or old
Black Bart'll think you're talkin' about him. See him lookin' at you now?"
"But please go on. I won't say one little word."
The man's voice began again, softly, so that not a word was audible to
Gregg; he heard the crackle of burning logs upon the hearth; saw the
rectangle of light flicker; caught a faint scent of wood smoke, and then he
slept once more.
Chapter IX. The Long Arm Of The Law
From the first the wound healed rapidly, for Vic's blood was perfectly
pure, the mountain air a tonic which strengthened him, and his food and
care of the best.
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