Buck an' me'll take care of
the hoss--that black stallion. He's pretty near all gone, but he's
worth savin'. What I don't see is how he found his way to us. It's
certain Dan didn't guide him all the way."
"How does the wind find its way?" said Buck. "It was the wolf that
brought Dan here, but standin' here talkin' won't tell us how. Let's
go out an' fix up Satan."
It was by no means an easy task. As they approached the horse he
heaved himself up, snorting, and stood with legs braced, and pendant
head. Even his eyes were glazed with exhaustion, but behind them
it was easy to guess the dauntless anger which raged against these
intruders. Yet he would have been helpless against them. It was Black
Bart who interfered at this point. He stood before them, his hair
bristling and his teeth bared.
Sam suggested: "Leave the door of the house open an' let him hear
Whistlin' Dan's voice."
It was done. At once the delirious voice of Dan stole out to them
faintly. The wolf turned his head to Satan with a plaintive whine, as
if asking why the stallion remained there when that voice was audible.
Then he raced for the open door and disappeared into the house.
"Hurry in, Buck!" called Sam.
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