"He left you alone here!" she repeated fiercely."Where a thousand things might happen.Thank God I've found you."Even if her words conveyed little meaning to Joan, the intonation carried a message which was perfectly clear.
"Don't you like Daddy Dan?"
"Joan, Joan, I love him! Of course."
But Joan sat with a dubious eye which quickly darkened into fear.
"Oh, Munner, don't take us back!"
Such horror and terror and sadness mixed! The tears rushed into the eyes of Kate.
"Do you want to stay here, sweetheart?"
"Yes, munner."
"Without me?"
At first Joan shook her head decidedly, but thereafter she quickly became thoughtful.
"No, except when we eat."
"You don't want me here at dinner-time? Poor munner will get so hungry."A great concession was about to burst from the remorseful lips of Joan, but again second thought sobered her.She remained in a quandary, unable to speak.
"Don't you want me even when you wake up at night?""Why?"
"Because you're so afraid of the dark."
"Joan's not afraid.Oh, no! Joan loves the dark."If Kate maintained a smile, it was a frozen grimace.It had only been a few days--hardly yesterday--that Joan left, and already she was a little stranger.Suppose Dan should refuse to come back himself; refuse even to give up Joan! She started up, clutching the hand of the child.
"Quick, Joan, we must go!"
"Joan doesn't want to go!"
"We'll go--for a little walk.We--we'll surprise Daddy Dan.""But Daddy Dan won't come back for long, long time.Not till the sun is away down behind that hill."That should mean two hours.at least, thought Kate.She could wait a little.
"Joan, what taught you not to be afraid of the dark?"This problem made Joan look about for an answer, but at length she called softly: "Jackie!"She waited, and then whistled; at once the bright eyes of the little coyote appeared around the edge of the rock.
"Come here!" she commanded.
He slunk out with his head turned towards Kate and cowered at the feet of the child.And the mother cringed inwardly at the sight; all wild things which hated man instinctively with tooth and claw were the friends, the allies of Whistling Dan, and now Joan was stepping in her father's path.Alittle while longer and the last vestige of gentleness would pass from her.
She would be like Dan Barry, following calls which no other human could even hear.It meant one thing: at whatever cost, Joan must be taken from Dan and kept Away.
"Jackie sleeps near me," Joan was saying."We can see in the dark, can't we, Jackie?"She lifted her head, and the moment her compelling eyes left him, Jackie scooted for shelter.The first strangeness had worn away from Joan and she began to chatter away about life in the cave, and how Satan played there by the firelight with Black Bart, and how, sometimes--wonderful sight!--Daddy Dan played with them.The recital was quite endless, as they pushed farther and farther into the shadows, and it was the uneasiness which the dim light raised in her that made Kate determine that the time had come to go home.
"Now," she said, "we're going for that walk.""Not away down there!" cried Joan.
Kate winced.
"It's lots nicer here, munner.You'd ought to just see what we have to eat!
And my, Daddy Dan knows how to fix things.""Of course he does.Now put on your hat and your cloak, Joan.""This is lots warmer, munner."
"Don't you like it?" she added in alarm, stroking the delicate fur.
"Take it off!"
Kate ripped away the fastenings and tossed the skin far away.
"Oh!" breathed Joan.
"It isn't clean! It isn't clean," cried Kate."Oh, my poor, darling baby!
Get your bonnet and your cloak, Joan, quickly.""We're coming back?"
"Of course."
Joan trudged obediently to the side of the cave and produced both articles, sadly rumpled, and Kate buttoned her into them with trembling fingers.
Something akin to cold made her shake now.It was very much like a child's fear of the dark.
But as she turned towards the entrance to the cave and caught the hand of Joan, the child wrenched herself free.
"We'll never come back," she wailed."Munner, I won't go!""Joan, come to me this instant."
Grief and fear and defiance had set the child trembling, but what the mother saw was the glint of the eyes, uneasy, hunting escape with animal cunning.It turned her heart cold, and she knew, with a sad, full knowledge that Dan was lost forever and that only one power could save Joan.That power was herself.
"I won't go!"
"Joan!"
A resolute silence answered her, and when she went threateningly forward, Joan shrank into the shadows near the rock.It was the play of light striking slantwise from the entrance, no doubt, but it seemed to Kate that a flicker of yellow light danced across the eyes of the child.And it stopped Kate took her breath with a new terror.Dan Barry, in the old days, had lived a life as quiet as a summer's day until the time Jim Silent struck him down in the saloon; and she remembered how Black Bart had come for her and led her to the saloon, and how she found Dan lying on the floor, streaked with blood, very pale; and how she had kneeled by him in a panic, and how his eyes had opened and stared at her without answer and the yellow, inhuman light swirled in them until she rose and backed out the door and fled in a hysteria of fear up the road.That had been the beginning of the end for Dan Barry, that instant when his eyes changed; and now Joan--she ran at her swiftly and gathered her into her arms.One instant of wild struggling, and then the child lay still, her head straightened a little, a shrill whistle pealed through the cave.
Kate stopped that piercing call with her hand, but when she turned, she saw in the entrance the dark body of Bart and his narrow, snake-like head.
