He shouted in triumph, and then: "By God, it's Whistlin' Dan Barry."
"It is!" said Sam. "Buck, they's been devils workin' tonight. It sure
took more'n one man to nail him this way."
They fell to work frantically. There was a perceptible pulse, the
breathing was faint but steady, and a touch of colour came in the
face.
"His arm will be all right in a few days," said Mrs. Daniels, "but he
may fall into a fever. He's turnin' his head from side to side and
talkin'. What's he sayin', Buck?"
"He's sayin': 'Faster, Satan.'"
"That's the hoss," interpreted Sam.
"'Hold us straight, Bart!' That's what he's sayin' now."
"That's the wolf."
"'An' it's all for Delilah!' Who's Delilah, Dad?"
"Maybe it's some feller Dan knows."
"Some feller?" repeated Mrs. Daniels with scorn. "It's some worthless
girl who got Whistlin' Dan into this trouble."
Dan's eyes opened but there was no understanding in them.
"Haines, I hate you worse'n hell!"
"It's Lee Haines who done this!" cried Sam.
"If it is, I'll cut out his heart!"
"It can't be Haines," broke in Mrs. Daniels. "Old man Perkins, didn't
he tell us that Haines was the man that Whistlin' Dan Barry had
brought down into Elkhead? How could Haines do this shootin' while he
was in jail?"
"Ma," said Sam, "you watch Whistlin' Dan.
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