It was Satan,
who rested his nose on the shoulder of the master. Without ceasing his
whistling Dan raised a hand, touched the small muzzle, and Satan went
at once to a side of the clearing and lay down. It was almost as if
the two had said good-night! Calder could stand it no longer.
"Dan, I've got to talk to you," he began.
The whistling ceased; the wide brown eyes turned to him.
"Fire away--partner."
Ay, they had eaten together by the same fire--they had watched the
coming of the night--they had shaken hands in friendship--they were
partners. He knew deep in his heart that no human being could ever
be the actual comrade of this man. This lord of the voiceless desert
needed no human companionship; yet as the marshal glanced from the
black shadow of Satan to the gleaming eyes of Bart, and then to
the visionary face of Barry, he felt that he had been admitted by
Whistling Dan into the mysterious company. The thought stirred him
deeply. It was as if he had made an alliance with the wandering wind.
Why he had been accepted he could not dream, but he had heard the word
"partner" and he knew it was meant. After all, stranger things
than this happen in the mountain-desert, where man is greater and
convention less.
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