"They's a mist on it! He's livin'!" cried Buck. "It ain't nothing," said Sam. "The glass ain't quite clear, that's all." Mrs. Daniels removed the last doubt by running her finger across the surface of the glass. It left an unmistakable mark. They wasted no moment then. They brought hot and cold water, washed out his wound, cleansed away the blood; and while Mrs. Daniels and her husband fixed the bandage, Buck pounded and rubbed the limp body to restore the circulation. In a few minutes his efforts were rewarded by a great sigh from Dan. 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. 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."