Look at his eyes."
"I don't dare."
"The yaller is comin' up in 'em. He's wild again." She shook her head in
mute agony. Buck Daniels groaned, softly.
"Then they's goin' to be a small-sized hell started around this cabin
before mornin'."
He got up and went slowly back towards the fire. Lee Haines was talking
steadily, leisurely, going round and round his subject again and again, and
Barry listened with bowed head, but his eyes were fixed upon those of the
wolf-dog at his feet. When he grew restless, Haines chained him to the
chair with some direct question, yet it was a hard game to play. All this
time the posse might be gathering around the cabin; and the forehead of
Haines whitened and glistened with sweat. His voice was the only living
thing in the cabin, after a time, sketching his imaginary plans for the
benefit of Barry--his voice and the wistful eyes of Joan which kept
steadily on Daddy Dan. Something has come between them and lifted a barrier
which she could not understand, and with all her aching child's heart she
wondered at it.
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