"An' is there any difference between this hero Whistlin' Dan an' a mad
dog?"
Still they were mute.
"I tell you, boys, we got a better chance of dodgin' lightnin' an'
puttin' a bloodhound off our trail than we have of gettin' rid of this
Whistlin' Dan. An' when he catches up with us--well, all I'm askin' is
that you remember what he done to them four dollars before they hit
the dust?"
"The chief's right," growled Kilduff, staring down at the ground.
"It's Whistlin' Dan or us. The mountains ain't big enough to hold him
an' us!"
* * * * *
Before Whistling Dan the great wolf glided among the trees. For a full
hour they had wandered through the willows in this manner, and Dan had
made up his mind to surrender the search when Bart, returning from
one of his noiseless detours, sprang out before his master and whined
softly. Dan turned, loosening his revolver in the holster, and
followed Bart through the soft gloom of the tree shadows and the
moonlight. His step was almost as silent as that of the slinking
animal which went before. At last the wolf stopped and raised his
head. Almost instantly Dan saw a man and a woman approaching through
the willows.
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