"I'm too old to have a young
man damned for my sake."
"Shut him up!" ordered Silent. "The old fool!"
The heavy hand of Terry Jordan clapped over Joe's mouth effectually
silenced him. He struggled vainly to speak again and Kate turned to
Silent to shut out the sight.
"Tell your man to let him go," she said, "I will do what you wish."
"That's talkin' sense," said Silent. "Come out with me an' I'll saddle
your hoss. Call the wolf."
He opened the door and in response to her whistle Black Bart trotted
out and followed them out to the horse shed. There the outlaw quickly
saddled Kate's pony.
He said: "Whistlin' Dan is sure headin' back in this direction because
he's got an idea I'm somewhere near. Bart will find him on the way."
Silent was right. That morning Dan had started back towards Gus
Morris's place, for he was sure that the outlaws were camped in that
neighbourhood. A little before noon he veered half a mile to the right
towards a spring which welled out from a hillside, surrounded by a
small grove of willows. Having found it, he drank, and watered Satan,
then took off the saddle to ease the stallion, and lay down at a
little distance for a ten-minute siesta, one of those half wakeful
sleeps the habit of which he had learned from his wolf.
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