"Delilah!" he said, and leaped back into the shade of the willows.
Even as he sprang she saw the flash of the moonlight on his drawn
revolver, and fire spat from it twice, answered by a yell of pain,
the clang of a bullet on metal, and half a dozen shots from the woods
behind her.
That word "Delilah!" rang in her brain to the exclusion of all the
world. Vaguely she heard voices shouting--she turned a little and saw
Haines facing her with his revolver in his hand, but prevented from
moving by the wolf who crouched snarling at his feet. The order of his
master kept him there even after that master was gone. Now men ran out
into the clearing. A keen whistle sounded far off among the willows,
and the wolf leaped away from his prisoner and into the shadows on the
trail of Dan.
* * * * *
Tex Calder prided himself on being a light sleeper. Years spent in
constant danger enabled him to keep his sense of hearing alert even
when he slept. He had never been surprised. It was his boast that he
never would be. Therefore when a hand dropped lightly on his shoulder
he started erect from his blankets with a curse and grasped his
revolver.
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