by Max Brand
CHAPTER XXXII
THOSE WHO SEE IN THE DARK
It was still early morning when Kate swung from her horse before thehouse of Buck Daniels. Instinct seemed to lead her to the sick-room,and when she reached it she paid not the slightest attention to theold man and his wife, who sat nodding beside the bed. They started upwhen they heard the challenging growl of Black Bart, which relapsedinto an eager whine of welcome as he recognized Kate.
She saw nothing but the drawn white face of Dan and his blue pencilledeyelids. She ran to him. Old Sam, hardly awake, reached out to stopher. His wife held him back.
"It's Delilah!" she whispered. "I seen her face!"
Kate was murmuring soft, formless sounds which made the old man andhis wife look to each other with awe. They retreated towards the dooras if they had been found intruding where they had no right.
They saw the fever-bright eyes of Dan open. They heard him murmurpetulantly, his glance wandering. Her hand passed across his forehead,and then her touch lingered on the bandage which surrounded his leftshoulder. She cried out at that, and Dan's glance checked in itswandering and fixed upon the face which leaned above him. They saw hiseyes brighten, widen, and a frown gradually contract his forehead.Then his hand went up slowly and found hers.
He whispered something.
"What did he say?" murmured Sam.
"I dunno," she answered. "I think it was 'Delilah!' See her shrink!"
"Shut up!" cautioned Sam. "Ma, he's comin' to his senses!"
There was no doubt of it now, for a meaning had come into his eyes.
"Shall I take her away?" queried Sam in a hasty whisper. "He may dothe girl harm. Look at the yaller in his eyes!"
"No," said his wife softly, "it's time for us to leave 'em alone."
"But look at him now!" he muttered. "He's makin' a sound back in histhroat like the growl of a wolf! I'm afeard for the gal, ma!"
"Sam, you're an old fool!"
He followed her reluctantly from the room.
"Now," said his wife, "we c'n leave the door a little open--jesta crack--an' you c'n look through and tell when she's in any reeldanger."
Sam obeyed.
"Dan ain't sayin' a word," he said. "He's jest glarin' at her."
"An' what's she doin'?" asked Mrs. Daniels.
"She's got her arm around his shoulders. I never knew they could besuch a pile of music in a gal's voice, ma!"
"Sam, you was always a fool!"
"He's pushin' her away to the length of his arm."
"An' she? An' she?" whispered Mrs. Daniels.
"She's talkin' quick. The big wolf is standin' close to them an'turnin' his head from one face to the other like he was wonderin'which was right in the argyment."
"The ways of lovers is as queer as the ways of the Lord, Sam!"
"Dan has caught an arm up before his face, an' he's sayin' one wordover an' over. She's dropped on her knees beside the bed. She'stalkin'. Why does she talk so low, ma?"
"She don't dare speak loud for fear her silly heart would bust. Oh, Iknow, I know! What fools all men be! What fools! She's askin' him toforgive her."
"An' he's tryin' all his might not to," whispered Mrs. Daniels in anawe-stricken voice.
"Black Bart has put his head on the lap of the gal. You c'n hear himwhine! Dan looks at the wolf an' then at the girl. He seems sort ofdumbfoundered. She's got her one hand on the head of Bart. She's gotthe other hand to her face, and she's weepin' into that hand. Martha,she's give up tryin' to persuade him."
There was a moment of silence.
"He's reachin' out his hand for Black Bart. His fingers is on those ofthe girl. They's both starin'."
"Ay, ay!" she said. "An' what now?"
But Sam closed the door and set his back to it, facing his wife.
"I reckon the rest of it's jest like the endin' of a book, ma," hesaid.
"Men is all fools!" whispered Mrs. Daniels, but there were tears inher eyes.
Sam went out to put up Kate's horse in the stable. Mrs. Daniels sat inthe dining-room, her hands clasped in her lap while she watched thegrey dawn come up the east. When Sam entered and spoke to her, shereturned no answer. He shook his head as if her mood completelybaffled him, and then, worn out by the long watching, he went to bed.
For a long time Mrs. Daniels sat without moving, with the same strangesmile transfiguring her. Then she heard a soft step pause at theentrance to the room, and turning saw Kate. There was something intheir faces which made them strangely alike. A marvellous grace anddignity came to Mrs. Daniels as she rose.
"My dear!" she said.
"I'm so happy!" whispered Kate.
"Yes, dear! And Dan?"
"He's sleeping like a child! Will you look at him? I think the fever'sgone!"
They went hand in hand--like two girls, and they leaned above the bedwhere Whistling Dan lay smiling as he slept. On the floor Black Bartgrowled faintly, opened one eye on them, and then relapsed intoslumber. There was no longer anything to guard against in that house.
* * * * *
It was several days later that Hal Purvis, returning from his scoutingexpedition, met no less a person that Sheriff Gus Morris at the mouthof the canyon leading to the old Salton place.
"Lucky I met you, Hal," said the genial sheriff. "I've saved you froma wild-goose chase."
"How's that?"
"Silent has jest moved."
"Where?"
"He's taken the trail up the canyon an' cut across over the hills tothat old shanty on Bald-eagle Creek. It stands--"
"I know where it is," said Purvis. "Why'd he move?"
"Things was gettin' too hot. I rode over to tell him that the boys wastalkin' of huntin' up the canyon to see if they could get any clue ofhim. They knowed from Joe Cumberland that the gang was once here."
"Cumberland went to you when he got out of the valley?" queried Purviswith a grin.
"Straight."
"And then where did Cumberland go?"
"I s'pose he went home an' joined his gal."
"He didn't," said Purvis drily.
"Then where is he? An' who the hell cares where he is?"
"They're both at Buck Daniels's house."
"Look here, Purvis, ain't Buck one of your own men? Why, I seen him upat the camp jest a while ago!"
"Maybe you did, but the next time you call around he's apt to bemissin'."
"D'you think--"
"He's double crossed us. I not only seen the girl an' her father atBuck's house, but I also seen a big dog hangin' around the house.Gus, it was Black Bart, an' where that wolf is you c'n lay to it thatWhistlin' Dan ain't far away!"
The sheriff stared at him in dumb amazement, his mouth open.
"They's a price of ten thousand on the head of Whistlin' Dan,"suggested Purvis.
The sheriff still seemed too astonished to understand.
"I s'pose," said Purvis, "that you wouldn't care special for an easylump sum of ten thousand, what?"
"In Buck Daniels's house!" burst out the sheriff.
"Yep," nodded Purvis, "that's where the money is if you c'n get enoughmen together to gather in Whistlin' Dan Barry."
"D'you really think I'd get some boys together to round up Whistlin'Dan? Why, Hal, you know there ain't no real reason for that price onhis head!"
"D'you always wait for 'real reasons' before you set your fat hands ona wad of money?"
The sheriff moistened his lips.
"Ten thousand dollars!"
"Ten thousand dollars!" echoed Purvis.
"By God, I'll do it! If I got him, the boys would forget all aboutSilent. They're afraid of Jim, but jest the thought of Barry paralyzesthem! I'll start roundin' up the boys I need today. Tonight we'll doour plannin'. Tomorrer mornin' bright an' early we'll hit the trail."
"Why not go after him tonight?"
"Because he'd have an edge on us. I got a hunch that devil c'n see inthe dark."
He grinned apologetically for thi
s strange idea, but Purvis noddedwith perfect sympathy, and then turned his horse up the canyon. Thesheriff rode home whistling. On ten thousand dollars more he would beable to retire from this strenuous life.