Black Bart was running
backwards and forwards before her as if he half entreated and half
threatened her.
Her heart died within her as she came in sight of Morgan's place.
There was only one horse before it, and that was the black stallion.
Why had the others gone so soon? Breathless, she reached the door of
the saloon. It was very dim within. She could make out only formless
shades at first. Black Bart slid noiselessly across the floor. She
followed him with her eyes, and now she saw a figure stretched
straight out on the floor while another man kneeled at his side. She
ran forward with a cry.
Morgan rose, stammering. She pushed him aside and dropped beside Dan.
A broad white bandage circled his head. His face was almost as pale as
the cloth. Her touches went everywhere over that cold face, and she
moaned little syllables that had no meaning. He lived, but it seemed
to her that she had found him at the legended gates of death.
"Miss Kate!" said Morgan desperately.
"You murderer!"
"You don't think that _I_ did that?"
"It happened in your place--you had given Dad your word!"
Still she did not turn her head.
"Won't you hear me explain? He's jest in a sort of a trance.
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