"Why, Satan, you old scoundrel, what are you doin' over there? Get back where you belong?"He gestured with a thumb over his shoulder and Satan glided around the rock and stood once more behind Dan.
"Manners?" continued Dan."You ain't got 'em.You'll be tryin' to sit down at the table with me, pretty soon." He concluded: "But I'll teach you one of these days, and you'll smart for a week."Even at the mock menace Joan trembled a little, but to her astonishment Satan paid not the slightest heed.Dan sat with his hat on his head--which was a new and delightful event at the table--and now the stallion took the hat by the crown, dexterously, and raised it just an inch and put it back in place.Black Bart, having crept out of the shadows sat down near Joan with his long red tongue lolling out.This procedure called a growl from him, but the master continued eating without the slightest interest, apparently, in Satan's insolence.
A velvety muzzle appeared, with the chin resting on the shoulder of Dan and the great, luminous eyes above.He whinnied so softly that it was not more than a human whisper, and meant almost as much.
"Oh," said Dan, in all seeming just roused to attention, "hungry, old boy?"He raised the morsel of "pone" between thumb and forefinger, holding it tightly.Then it was a joy to watch Satan.He tried to tug it all away at once, but only a fragment broke off.He stamped in impatience, and then went to work to nibble the bread away on all sides of Dan's fingers, very fine work for such broad, keen chisels as Satan's teeth, but he went about it with the skill of long practice, turning his head this way and that and always watching the face of the master with sidewise eyes, one ear forward and one ear back.Finally the tight fingers opened out, and Satan gathered the last crumbs from the smooth palm.
Two or three times during this performance Black Bart had half risen from his haunches and a growl swelled almost inaudibly in his throat, but now he stalked around the table and pushed his narrow head between Dan's shoulder and the stallion.A snarl of incredible ferocity made Satan turn, but without the slightest dread, apparently.For an instant the two stood nose to nose, Black Bart a picture of snarling danger and Satan with curiously pricking ears and bright eyes.The growling rose towards a crescendo, a terrible sound; then a lean hand shot out with that speed which Joan could never comprehend--and which always made her think, rather breathlessly, of the strike of a snake.The fingers settled around the muzzle of Bart.
"Of all the no-good houn'-dogs," declared Dan, "you're the worst, and the most jealousest.Lie down!"Bart obeyed, slowly, but his evil eyes were fixed upwards upon the head of Satan.
"If you got any manners," remarked Dan, "you'll be sayin' that you're sorry."The ears flattened along the snaky head; otherwise no answer.
"Sorry!" repeated the master.
Out of the deep throat of Black Bart, infinitely, ludicrously small, came a whine which was more doglike than anything Joan had ever heard, before, from the wolf.
"Now," continued the implacable master, "you go over in that corner, and lie down."Black Bart arose with a finally ugly look for Satan and sneaked with hanging head and tail to the outer edge of the circle of light.
"Farther! Clear over there in the dark," came the order, and Bart had to uncoil himself again in the very act of lying down and retreat with another ominous growl clear into the darkness.Satan held his head high and watched triumphantly.
But Joan felt that this was a little hard on Bart; she wanted to run over and comfort him, but she knew from of old that it was dangerous to interfere where Daddy Dan was disciplining either horse or wolf; besides, she was not quite free from her new awe for Bart.
"All right," said the master presently, and without raising his voice.
It brought a dark thunder bolt rushing into the circle of the light and stopping at Dan's side with such suddenness that his paws slid in the gravel.There he stood, actually wagging his bushy tail--an unprecedented outburst of joy for Bart!--and staring hungrily into the face of Dan.She saw a wonderful softening in the eyes of her father as he looked at the great, dangerous beast.
"You ain't a bad sort," he said, "but you need puttin' in place continual."Black Bart whined agreement.
After that, when the dishes were being cleared away and cleaned with a speed fully as marvelous as the preparation of the supper, Joan remembered with a guilty start the message which she should have given to Daddy Dan, and she brought out the paper, much rumpled.
He stood by the fire to read the letter.
"Dan come back to us.The house is empty and there's no sign of you except your clothes and the skins you left drying in the vacant room.Joan sits all day, mourning for you, and my heart is breaking.Oh, Dan, I don't grieve so much for what has been done, but I tremble for what you may do in the future."With the letter still in his hand Dan walked thoughtfully to Satan and took the fine head between his fingers.
"S'pose some gent was to drop you, Satan," he murmured."S'pose he was to plug you while you was doin' your best to take me where I want to go.
S'pose he shot you not for anything you'd done but because of something agin me.And s'pose after killin' you he was to sneak up on me with a lot of other gents and try to murder me before I had a chance to fight back.
Satan, wouldn't I be right to trail 'em all--and kill 'em one by one?
Wouldn't it?"
Joan heard very little of the words--only a soft murmur of anxiety, and she saw that Daddy Dan was very thoughtful indeed.The stallion reached for the brim of Dan's hat--it was withdrawn from his reach--his head bowed, like a nod of assent.
"Why, even Satan can see I'm right," murmured Dan, and moving back to the fire, he tore the letter into many pieces which fluttered down in a white stream and made the blaze leap up.
