Bart whined eagerly. If he had that glove he would range the hills
until he found its owner, directed to her by that strange instinct
of the wild things. If Kate still loved him the glove would be more
eloquent than a thousand messages. And if she managed to escape, the
wolf would guide her back to his master.
He sat on his heels, caught the wolf on either side of the shaggy
head, and stared into the glow of the yellow green eyes. It was as if
the man were speaking to the wolf.
At last, as if satisfied, he drew a deep breath, rose, and dropped the
glove. It was caught in the flashing teeth. For another moment Bart
stood whining and staring up to the face of his master. Then he
whirled and fled out into the night.
CHAPTER XXI
ONE WAY OUT
In a room of the Salton place, on the evening of the next day after
Calder's death, sat Silent, with Kilduff, Rhinehart, and Jordan about
him. Purvis was out scouting for the news of Haines, whose long
absence commenced to worry the gang. Several times they tried to
induce Kate to come out and talk with them, but she was resolute
in staying alone in the room which they had assigned to her.
Consequently, to while away the time, Bill Kilduff produced his mouth
organ and commenced a dolorous ballad.
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