Barry ran to the window and whistled once, very high and
thin. It brought a black horse racing around a corner nearby; it brought a
wolf-dog from an opposite direction, and as they drew up beneath the
window, he slid out and dropped lightly, catlike, to the ground. One leap
brought him to the saddle, and Satan stretched out along the street.
Chapter XXVIII. The Blood Of The Father
On the night of her failure at the cave, Kate came back to the cabin and
went to her room without any word to Buck or Lee Haines, but when they sat
before the fire, silent, or only murmuring, they could hear her moving
about. Whatever sleep they got before morning was not free from dreams, for
they knew that something was impending, and after breakfast they learned
what it was. She struck straight out from the shoulder. She was going up to
the cave and if Dan was away she would take Joan by force; she needed help;
would they give it? They sat for a long time, looking at each other and
then avoiding Kate with their eyes. It was not the fear of death but of
something more which both of them connected with the figure of Whistling
Dan.
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