He was
already on the far side of the meadow, and beginning the ascent of the
first slope when the glint of the sun on the yellow wild flowers flashed on
the eye of Kate. It had all seemed natural until that moment, the only
possible thing to do, but now she felt suddenly that Joan was thrown away
thought of the darkness which would soon come--remembered the yellow terror
which sometimes gleamed in the eyes of Black Bart after nightfall.
She cried out, but the wolf-dog kept swiftly on his way. She began to run,
still calling, but rapidly as she went, Black Bart slid steadily away from
her, and when she reached the shoulder of the mountain, she saw the dark
form of Bart with the blue patch above it drifting up the wall of the
opposite ravine.
She knew where they were going now; it was the old cave upon which she and
Dan had come one day in their rides, and Dan had prowled for a long time
through the shadowy recesses.
Chapter XIX. The Venture
From the moment Joan gave the name of Daddy Dan, the wolf-dog kept to the
trail with arrowy straightness.
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