A dimness came before his eyes. He attempted to curse at this
weakness, but in place of the blasphemy something swelled in his
throat, and a still, small music filled his heart. And when at last
he was able to speak his lips framed a vow like that of the old
crusaders.
CHAPTER XXIX
"WEREWOLF"
Buck's cattle pony broke from the lope into a steady dog-trot. Now and
then Buck's horse tossed his head high and jerked his ears quickly
back and forth as if he were trying to shake off a fly. As a matter of
fact he was bothered by his master's whistling. The only sound which
he was accustomed to hear from the lips of his rider was a grunted
curse now and then. This whistling made the mustang uneasy.
Buck himself did not know what the music meant, but it brought into
his mind a thought of strong living and of glorious death. He had
heard it whistled several times by Dan Barry when the latter lay
delirious. It seemed to Buck, while he whistled this air, that the
spirit of Dan travelled beside him, nerving him to the work which lay
ahead, filling the messenger with his own wild strength.
As Buck dropped into a level tract of country he caught sight of a
rider coming from the opposite direction.
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