“Buck!” commanded Joe Cumberland.  “He’s stealin’ my girl—­my Kate—­go out! call up the boys—­tell’em to stop Dan from saddlin’ a horse for Kate——­”

“Wait and listen!” cut in Buck Daniels.  “D’you hear that?”

On the wet ground outside they heard a patter of galloping hoofs, and then a wild whistling, sweet and keen and high, came ringing back to them.  It diminished rapidly with the distance.

“He’s carryin’ her off on Satan!” groaned Joe Cumberland, staggering as he tried to step forward.  “Buck, call out the boys.  Even Satan can’t beat my hosses when he’s carryin’ double—­call’em out—­if you bring her back——­”

His voice choked and he stumbled and would have fallen to his knees had not Buck Daniels sprang forward and caught him and carried him back to the couch.

“What’s happened there ain’t no man can stop,” said Buck hoarsely.  “God’s work or devil’s work—­I dunno—­but I know there ain’t no place for a man between Dan and Kate.”

“Turn up the lights,” commanded Joe Cumberland sharply.  “Got to see; I got to think.  D’you hear?”

Buck Daniels ran to the big lamp and turned up the wick.  At once a clear light flooded every nook of the big room and showed all its emptiness.

“Can’t you make the lamp work?” asked the old ranchman angrily.  “Ain’t they any oil in it?  Why, Buck, they ain’t enough light for me to see your face, hardly.  But I’ll do without the light.  Buck, how far will they go?  Kate’s a good girl!  She won’t leave me, lad!”

“She won’t,” agreed Buck Daniels.  “Jest gone with Dan for a bit of a canter.”

“The devil was come back in his eyes,” muttered the old man.  “God knows where he’s headin’ for!  Buck, I brought him in off’n the range and made him a part of my house.  I took him into my heart; and now he’s gone out again and taken everything that I love along with him.  Buck, why did he go?”

“He’ll come back,” said the big cowpuncher softly.

“It’s gettin’ darker and darker,” said Joe Cumberland, “and they’s a kind of ringing in my ears.  Talk louder.  I don’t hear you none too well.”

“I said they was comin’ back,” said Buck Daniels.

Something like a light showed on the face of Joe Cumberland.

“Ay, lad,” he said eagerly, “I can hear Dan’s whistlin’ comin’ back—­nearer and nearer.  Most like he was jest playin’ a joke on me, eh, Buck?”

“Most like,” said Buck, brokenly.

“Ay, there it’s ringin’ at the door of the house!  Was that a footstep on the hall?”

“It was,” said Buck.  “They’s comin’ down the hall!”

But far, far away he heard the whistling of Dan Barry dying among the hills.

“You let the lamp go out,” said Joe Cumberland, “and now I can’t see nothing.  Are they in the room?”

“They’re here,” said Buck Daniels, “comin’ towards you now.”

“Dan!” cried the old man, shading his eyes and peering anxiously—­“no, I can’t see a thing.  Can you find me, lad?”