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โ€œShe ain't heard,โ€ muttered Dan to Bart, who came running back at the call, so familiar to him and to the horse. He whistled again, prolonging the call until it soared and trembled down the gulch, and this time when he stopped he sat for a long moment, waiting, until Black Bart whined at his side.

โ€œShe ain't learned to sleep light, yet,โ€ muttered Barry. โ€œAn' I s'pose she's plumb tired out waitin' for me. But if something's happenedโ€”Satan!โ€

That word sent the stallion leaping ahead at a racing gait, swerving among rocks which he could not see.

โ€œThey's nothin' wrong with her,โ€ whispered Barry to himself. โ€œThey can't be nothin' happened to her!โ€

He was in the cave, a moment later, standing in the center of the place with the torch high above his head; it flared and glimmered in the great eyes of Satan and the narrow eyes of Bart. At length he slipped down to a rock beside him while the torch, fallen from his hand, sputtered and whispered where it lay on the gravel.

โ€œShe's gone,โ€ he said to emptiness. โ€œShe's lef' meโ€”โ€ Black Bart licked his limp hand but dared not even whine.





Chapter XXXVII. Ben Swann

Since the night when old Joe Cumberland died and Kate Cumberland rode off after her wild man, Ben Swann, the foreman of the Cumberland ranch, had lived in the big house. He would have been vastly more comfortable in the bunkhouse playing cards with the other hands, but Ben Swann felt vaguely that it was a shame for so much space in the ranch house to go to waste, and besides, Ben's natural dignity was at home in the place even if his mind grew lonely. It was Ben Swann, therefore, who ran down and flung open the door, on which a heavy hand was beating. Outside stood two men, very tall, taller than himself, and one of them a giant. They had about them a strong scent of horses.

โ€œGet a lightโ€ said one of these. โ€œRun for it. Get a light. Start a fire, and be damned quick about it!โ€

โ€œAnd who the hell might you gents be?โ€ queried Ben Swann, leaning against the side of the doorway to dicker.

โ€œThrow that fool on his head,โ€ said one of the strangers, โ€œand go on in, Lee!โ€

โ€œStand aside,โ€ said the other, and swept the doorknob out of Ben's grip, flattening Ben himself against the wall. While he struggled there, gasping, a man and a woman slipped past him.

โ€œTell him who we are,โ€ said the woman's voice. โ€œWe'll go to the living-room, Buck, and start a fire.โ€

The strangers apparently knew their way even in the dark, for presently he heard the scraping of wood on the hearth in the living-room. It bewildered Ben Swann. It was dream-like, this sudden invasion.

โ€œNow, who the devil are you?โ€

A match was scratched and held under his very nose, until Ben shrank back for fear that his splendid mustaches might ignite. He found himself confronted by one of the largest men he had ever seen, a leonine face, vaguely familiar.

โ€œYou Lee Haines!โ€ he gasped. โ€œWhat are you doin' here?โ€

โ€œYou're Swann, the foreman, aren't you?โ€ said Haines. โ€œWell, come out of your dream, man. The owner of the ranch is in the living-room.โ€

โ€œJoe Cumberland's dead,โ€ stammered Ben Swann.

โ€œKate Cumberland.โ€

โ€œHer! Andโ€”Barryโ€”the Killing at Alderโ€”โ€

โ€œShut up!โ€ ordered Haines, and his face grew ugly. โ€œDon't let that chatter get to Kate's ears. Barry ain't with her. Only his kid. Now stir about.โ€

After the first surprise was over, Ben Swann did very well. He found the fire already started in the living-room and on the rug before the hearth a yellow-haired little girl wrapped in a tawny hide. She was sound asleep, worn out by the long ride, and she seemed to Ben Swann a very pretty picture. Surely there could be in her little of the father of whom he had heard so muchโ€”of whom that story of the Killing at Alder was lately told. He took in that picture at a glance and then went to rustle food; afterward he went down to sleep in the bunkhouse and at breakfast he recounted the events of the night with a relish. Not one of the men had been more than three years on the place, and therefore their minds were clean slates on which Swann could write his own impressions.

โ€œAppearances is deceivin'โ€ concluded the foreman. โ€œLook at Mrs. Dan Barry. They tell you around these parts that she's pretty, but they don't tell you how damned fine lookin' she is. She's got a soft look and you'd never pick her for the sort that would run clean off with a gent like Barry. Barry himself wasn't so bad for looks, but they'll tell you in Elkhead how bad he is in action, and maybe they's some widders in Alder that could put in a word. Take even the kid. She looks no more'n a baby, but what d'you know is inside of her?

โ€œSpeakin' personal, gents, I don't put no kind of trust in that houseful yonder. Here they come in the middle of the night like there was a posse after 'em. They climb that house and sit down and eat like they'd ridden all day. Maybe they had. Even while they was eatin' they didn't seem none too happy.

โ€œThat loose shutter upstairs come around in the wind with a bang and Buck Daniels comes out of his chair as fast as powder could blow him. He didn't say nothin'. Just sat down lookin' kind of sick, and the other two was the same way. When they talked, they'd bust off in the middle of a word and let their eyes go trailin' into some corner of the room that was plumb full of shadow. Then Lee Haines gets up and walks up and down.

โ€œ'Swann,' says he, 'how many good men have you got on the place?'

โ€œ'Why,' says I, 'they're all good!'

โ€œ'Huh,' says Haines, and he puts a hand on my shoulder, 'Just how good are they, Swann?'โ€

โ€œI seen what he wanted. He wanted to know how many scrappy gents was punchin' cows here; maybe them three up there figures that they might need help. From what? What was they runnin' away from?โ€

โ€œHey!โ€ broke in one of the cowpunchers, pointing with a dramatic fork through the window.

It was a bright spot of gold that disappeared over the top of the nearest hill; then it came into view again, the whole body of a yellow-haired child, clothed in a wisp of white, and running steadily toward the north.

โ€œThe kid!โ€ gasped the foreman. โ€œBoys, grab her. No, you'd bust her; I know how to handle her!โ€

He was gone through the door with gigantic leaps and shot over the crest of the low hill. Then those in the cookhouse heard a small, tingling

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